Prescott’s pov
Once the Princess left my room, I picked up the necklace from the bedding and brought it closer to my nose. I inhaled the scent and let out a hearable grunt.
Alas, the scent was never the same. Instead of the herbal scent of my Mom, it was filled with the Princess’s floral scents. Her scent was so strong that I felt my wolf howl to her scent.
I sighed and dropped the necklace back on the bedding. I undid the buttons of my shirt and pulled it off my body. I loosen the buckle of my belt and dragged the dark jeans off.
I strolled to the bathroom to wash. After taking a few minutes in the bathroom, I walked out of the shower and headed straight to the closet.
I pulled out a dark washed jeans and hastily slid my feet into them, I grabbed a black T-shirt and put it on. Checking myself in the mirror to see if there was anything I was missing out.
My jet black hair was styled to the back, leaving few strands on both sides of my face. The T-shirt was big enough to cover my shoulder blade tattoo.
I rushed up to the bedding and picked up the necklace, I removed the pendant and shoved it inside the drawer and shut it back. Tore the chain around my wrist in a double wrap.
“Is everything ready?” I mind link Wharton, he grinned before snorting.
“Get your butt down here, he wouldn’t say a word to me.” he retorted and I let out a faint sigh.
“You do anything you can for him to speak.” I snapped and he hissed loudly.
“Just get your ass here, he refused to say a word to me,” he complained and I rubbed my palm on my forehead.
“I will be there shortly!” I cut the link and picked up my wallet.
I remembered that Ulrica, my childhood friend was around and wanted me to pick her up.
Goodness! I didn’t want to do this before going to pick her up, but guess there was nothing I could do. I picked up my car key and scrambled out of the Royal building.
Driving wasn’t cool, but I wanted to be as polite as ever when I get to her. So I drove to Wharton first, before going to her.
I pulled the car to a halt and stepped down from the car. Different scents of the prisoners filled the air and I blocked my sense of reeking before walking towards the building.
Staring at the dungeon building made me realise my mistake. I should have come down here with an extra pair of jeans. Who knows, I might have blood stains on the ones I was wearing and Ulrica would tease the hell out of me.
I marched inside the building and entered one of the prison rooms to see Wharton, standing in front of the window with his palm on his face. Two other guards were glaring down at a guy who was tied to an iron seat.
I examined the guy before moving closer to them, he wasn’t Eruba’s boy and I wondered why Wharton didn’t notice that.
I moved closer to him, peeking at the back of his neck, as I’d guessed he didn’t have the signature.
“He wouldn’t talk, huh?” I moved away from his back, dragged out a stool and sat across from him.
“Greetings, Lycan King” the guards that were inside the room greeted, I only nodded my head in response to their greetings.
“Prescott,” Wharton gasped, he left the window and came to stand next to me. “I’m glad you’re here.” he groaned and pulled out a stool for himself.
He sat down and kicked the guy with his boot. The guy jerked up and I mouthed an ‘oh’, was he asleep while going through questioning? I chuckled to myself.
I glared at the rogue whose face has been painted with his blood. I glanced at Wharton who had displeased look plastered on his face.
Seriously, with his hard gaze was that all he could do? I scoffed and folded my arms.
I checked the guy’s Tums and saw that he has no blood in that area, I shook my head. If I should have been the one to question him, he might have lost his organs by now.
“First tell me who this is.” I crossed my left leg over my right thigh. Wharton tilted his face, giving me, a ‘Are you kidding me’ look and I shrugged.
“A bunch of rogues planned an attack on the North pack. Their plan was leaked, reaching our Army. We left the pack this morning and we got to the North pack’s wall before they could. There weren’t many of them, we killed others and we captured this one right here.” Wharton narrated and I scoffed in anger. “I heard the leader wasn’t among the dead. Guess he fled before we got there.”
How the heck did this happened in a nation that I govern, and I never heard anything until this moment? Who the hell did my disciples take me for?
“Why am I just hearing about this?” my brows drew together in anger, the thought of the elders cutting me off in most of the matters of the nation made me want to duck my claws in their throats.
Those old fools wanted to take the authority to their pockets.
“I told you this morning that we’re hunting Eruba, didn’t I?” he scoffed and I let out a dry chuckle.
“So?” My brows drew together as I stared into his cloudy grey eyes. “Where is he? Where’s Eruba?” I inquired, my fist clenched tightly.
Wharton gulped hard before he opened his mouth to talk. “I do not know. He fled before we get to him,” he mumbled and I nodded my head. That happened because he took permission from the elders and not me.
Besides, I don’t think they might have seen him even if they get there early. Eruba wasn’t the one behind the attack, the guy right here didn’t have his signature.
“Set him free.” my voice sounded so grave.
Wharton widened his eyes in shock. “Are you crazy? What will you tell the elders?” he whispered and I raised my eyebrows at him.
“And why should I bother about the elders? I am the fucking king of this nation. I won’t allow any of you to treat me like an incompetent King.” I sprang up to my feet, Wharton did the same and took a step closer to me.
“Prescott, you…”
“I am your King. You dare not address with by my name.” I hollered, my shrill scream rented the air.
Wharton hastily bowed his head, same with the guards.
“Forgive me, Lycan King!” Wharton gasped and I moved away from him, panting heavily with my heart thumping against my chest.
“As your King,” I shut my lids, taking in a deep breath before opening my eyes.
“I forbid you from taking orders from the elders. If any issues need to be addressed, bring them to my table and I shall be the one to decide which action would be taken on it.” I blurted out, taking a stride towards the door, I paused and glanced at my second-hand man.
“Starting tomorrow, the elders will be discharged from their post. Get the papers ready and deliver them to them after the coronation.” I faked a smile when my gaze met with Wharton’s.
His eyebrows drew together, confusion was written on his face.
“Coronation?!” he retorted, his jaw went slack.
“Yes, Coronation!” I replied, “I shall crown my Queen tomorrow.”
Wharton was taken aback by my response, guess he wasn’t expecting me to do that.
“I thought you wanted to make Ulrica your Queen?” he questioned and I shrugged off my shoulders.
“Not anymore. She’s the daughter of elder Bighana, and I’ve already gotten myself another Queen.” I smirked.
Wharton was oblivion to the things that were going on, and I appreciated it.
“She’s our friend, how could you do this to her?” his jaw clenched and I watched him hide his clenched fist behind his back.
“I never promise her marriage, did I? I promised to be her friend until the end, that’s what I was doing, isn’t it?” I heaved a sigh and tilted my head.
“Thinking about it, I should prepare myself for tomorrow. Send someone to bring Ulrica to the palace, she’s on her way here.” with that being said, I turned around and left the dungeon building.
I didn’t want to commit myself to any woman. Having Ulrica as my Queen would break my pledge.
I stepped outside and went to the parking lot, I was about to enter the car when I saw Randale’s Princess, laughing and chatting with a Royal guard. Her face seemed flushed and I smirked at her.
“Oh, so you’re enjoying some random man’s company now, huh?”