Chase Dubois's POV.
I sat near the window. The night sky in Ze kingdom was near perfect. Little stars in the sky. Big old moon shining brightly, it was quieter than home. I liked it.
I reckoned almost everywhere in the world was quieter than Hellsgate Pack.
And so, I stared some more.
Wished it did something for the blinding rage emanating from the pit of my stomach.
Maybe if I stared at it long enough the feeling to set the whole world on fire might go away.
"Alpha Heir."
I didn't turn. Only Saber Cole used that title anymore. Even my family stopped using it since the incident that landed me on the bloody chair.
"Your bath is ready," he said. "I can help you into the tub, Chase"
I finally looked at him, then at the room. It was small, homemade like someone went to the little market and hand picked everything with the color green and threw it in here.
In the corner sat a copper tub, steam curling off the water.
"Saber, If it gets so bad that I need help getting into the tub. I want you to grab that silver dagger you wear around your neck and stab me"
"It's fine. I will help"
Saber grabbed my chair and started pushing it toward the tub. When he leaned down to lift me, I shoved his hands away.
"Go fuck yourself, Cole!"
Saber stepped back, hands up. No argument. He knew better than to do that.
"Balls! Who got you sourer than usual, Chase"
"Did she come?" I asked, interrupting him "To the picnic. Did she show up after?."
He didn't need to ask who. He knew exactly who I spent an hour waiting for near the Willow tree
"No, sir. She never showed."
Of course not. I sat by that stupid tree until the sun started to die.
Just a pathetic prince in a wheelchair, waiting for a dragon princess who never came.
"People have died for less, Alpha heir. Do you want me to…"
"No" I shook my head. "She's off limits"
"Okay, so?" Saber let it go. "Do you want...entertainment?" This wide grin appeared on his face. He was one of the few wolves who came close to rivaling my brother Greyson in shirt chasing "I found some local girls. Dragon blood whores, I swear they have the biggest tits I've ever seen. And the sounds they make…wooshp!"
An image flashed behind my eyes: Tilly Ann in that storeroom, head thrown back, a sob ripping from her throat. The best moan I have heard in a while.
I blinked, hard. The image burned away.
Saber was watching me. "So," he said carefully."I can send some in to keep you company"
"They don't interest me. And should I point out where we are right now?"
He rubbed his face. "You are right. My apologies. How do you feel about your new bride?"
I opened my mouth. "Tilly Ann Winchester is-"
A knock cut me off.
Saber's head snapped toward the door. "Who's there?"
The voice from the hall was my own. "It's Greyson. You summoned me, you stupid fuck"
Every muscle in my body went tight.
Saber looked at me. I gave a single,sharp nod. "Let him in."
As Saber moved, I wheeled myself to the dark corner behind the door.
My hand closed around a heavy log of firewood, wrapped tight with strips of cloth soaked in wolfsbane.
"Chase, what are you doing with that?" Saber whispered, eyeing the weapon.
"Open the door, Saber" I said, calm."Then make yourself scarce."
He stared a second longer, then shrugged. He pulled the door open and stepped smoothly into the hall.
I didn't wait.
The moment the door opened again, I swung the log with all the strength in my arms.
It cracked into a hard stomach. A sharp pained oof filled the room as the man doubled over, coughing.
"What the fuck?!" Grey gasped on the floor..
I wheeled back, the log ready again. "You fucked my bride to be, you arse!"
Greyson Dubois -my twin brother- looked up from the floor.
He spat a glob of red onto the floor.
His face was my face. But his eyes were not mine. They were filled with… something I didn't have. A wild,easy cruelty mine never heId. And he was standing. He was always standing.
"If it makes you feel any better," he wheezed, a grin spreading through his pain "I didn't fucked her with my cock"
"Just with...everything else." I spat out.
"Well…yes. Not with my Cock though. I wouldn't cross that line, brother"
He was a lunatic. A ravaging lunatic.
Rage erupted in my skull. I raised the log to swing again.
He moved like a snake. He grabbed the wood and wrenched it from my grip, tossing it clattering into the corner.
"Would you stop hitting me, Chase. I said I haven't fucked her yet!"
Yet. He said yet.
The word was a match to gasoline. I launched myself from the chair.
My legs screamed, buckling, but my momentum carried me into him.
We crashed to the floor in a tangle of fists and fury. I got in two good hits before he shoved me off with his stupid, strong legs.
I sprawled on the floor, gasping.
Grey stood over me, wiping blood from his lip. "What is your problem, brother?" he yelled. "This is the plan, isn't it?"
"The plan?" I stared up at him, my own face twisted in anger. "Finger fucking my fiance in a fucking storeroom is not the plan, Greyson!"
"Right? I was supposed to wait till the wedding night" He said casually.
But I saw it anyway.
He wasn't playing a part with her. He was feeling it. I could see it in his eyes when he said her name. He wanted her for himself.
"Just following the plan, Chase"
"The plan," I snarled, pushing myself up onto my useless elbows, "Was for you to be a shadow. Lend me your fucking Cock when I ask for it. Not to...taste her. Not to make her scream your name."
His grin was back, wicked and knowing.
"If it's any consolation, it was your name she was screaming" Then he got carried away like he was reliving it. "Fuck! She liked screaming. She liked my mouth on her. She's going to like my cock even more."
The fire in my chest exploded. "Stay away from her!"
"Or what, brother? You'll wheel after me? What do you care? Yours…" he gestured to my pants. "Is not working"
"Grey!"
He laughed."My apologies. I got carried away. Fine, I will wait till the wedding night. But I must say, father's plan to make you look less pathetic and more powerful by sticking a dragon princess by your side might just preserve your claim to the throne, brother and stop the coup that's brewing amongst ranks about a cripple being future Alpha" he rubbed his face.
"The question is…what on earth did he promise King Adonis Winchester to get him to tie his only girl to an invalid?"
I hated that word. Invalid. But it was what I was. What I will always be.
He turned to leave, brushing dirt from his clothes.
I spoke to his back "Touch her again, and I will use more than wolfsbane. I will burn this whole 'plan' to the ground, and you with it."
He paused at the door.
"Then find someone to switch with on your wedding night, Chase. I am out and I'm taking my Cock with me" he said softly,and left.
I was alone again with the steam from the cooling bath and the blue, mocking sky.
Fuck!