The Alpha Prince and his Twin Hearts

Going Home

Wes stood at the window of his room. He was finally going home. He was finally going to be able to claim his mates. His girls, the women he has loved all his life. It had been hard these last four years to stay away from them. Missing all their milestones. He heard about the school dances, the academic achievements, the many boys that had tried to take his place. Wes gritted his teeth, his jaw aching from the anger that pulsed through him. His brother gleefully let him know all the happenings that surrounded his girls. But he kept his promise. Maxon even informed him about the little crush Farrah had had on Eli and Eli’s reaction. The boy was smart. Nephew or not, he would have ripped out his throat if he touched his woman.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He turned, and a soldier stood at his door.

“Commander, the King would like your presence.”

“Thank you,” Wes said.

Wes turned from the door, when he heard it click, he immediately went to his bed and picked up his jacket and put it on. He looked himself over in the mirror, assessing himself. He had stopped growing at six foot six inches tall. His chestnut hair was shorter. No longer to his shoulders. He had it cut to his ears. It was still long on the top. His hazel eyes had lost their teenage innocence and were now cold and shrewd. He was muscular when he came here to Canada, now he is massive. It fit his frame well. They called him the Alpha Juggernaut. His gifts from the Goddess were his strength, and his incredibly tough skin. Nothing pierced it. No bullets, no arrows, not even claws or teeth.

They had found this out in his first year of training. The King realized that no one could take him down. None of the other Alpha trainees, not his own sons, and none of his Royal Guards. He himself sparred with Wes one on one and had loss. Luckily, they were alone and no one had seen it.

On one of the training days, the King had ordered Wes to go up against ten other trainees. One of the trainees got frustrated and shifted. Clawing at Wes and clamping onto his shoulder. Wes merely plucked him from his body and threw him against a tree. The King had called a halt to the training. Pale, he had run over to make sure Wes wasn’t disfigured. To everyone's shock, there wasn’t a mark on him. He had looked at Wes, and Wes just shrugged.

The King asked him if he minded if he did a little experimenting. Wes gave him the go ahead. The King immediately clawed his chest. There wasn’t a scratch. He then went to plunge his claws into Wes’s shoulder. He couldn’t penetrate his skin. He ordered Wes to be shot with a silver bullet in the leg. The bullet ricocheted and got embedded in a tree. An arrow was next, and the arrow bounced right off of him.

The Alpha King commanded those around him that no one could say a word about this gift except for himself and Wes.

That was the beginning of h*ll for Wes. After that day, his training was accelerated. Then he was sent on mission after mission for the King. He was assigned to assassinate the rogue king. When that mission was done, he was assigned on a rescue mission to rescue a daughter of one of the Kings favored Alpha’s. He was to guard the King when he was home and thwarted several assassination attempts. Many times he was sent to take down rouge rebellion camps.

He was always so busy, but he never forgot to send letters to his girls. Except for this last year. The King had him busy all over Europe. Doing missions for other kings. Guarding precious shipments, and taking down black market rings. He had only managed two letters this last year. He was in fact going to draft one tonight, but then he had gotten word that it was time for him to go home.

He marched out of his room and to the King's office. He knocked and entered when told to do so.

“Ah, Wes. How are you today? I have the papers for your transfer home. Are you sure you want to go home? You can stay in my kingdom for a while longer if you like? There will be many she-wolves devastated at your leaving.”

“I am fine Your Highness, thank you for asking. I am more than ready to go home. I have mates waiting for me. I don’t know why the she-wolves of your kingdom would be devastated. I have never interacted with any of them.”

“Yes, I know. I must commend you on your discipline. Not many grown Alphas can resist the women that throw themselves at them. Us Alpha’s have strong desires.”

“I only want my mates,” Wes informed him.

“You keep saying mates as in plural.”

“Yes, I have two. They have been mine since I was a child.”

“But how do you know that? Did you claim them before you left? At 16?”

“I have always known. The Moon Goddess told me when I was young, and my wolf Con can sense them. They will know when they see me. I can not wait.”

“I bet you can’t. To know all this time. It must have been hard for you being here.”

“It was torture, Sire. But now I am going home. When can I leave?”

“That’s why I have called you in here. Here are your transfer papers. The first train to the airport is in one hour. Your flight leaves in four hours. You have been a superb Alpha Prince. Thank you for all the missions you have done for me. Your father, and your brother the King, and I, have been in constant contact. I can tell you they are just as proud of you as I am.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

“You are dismissed.”

Wes left immediately. He went back to his room, ready to pack and eager to get home. He was stopped short at the sight in front of him when he walked into his room.

Regina, one of the King's daughters, was naked and posed on his bed, waiting for him.

“Wes, I hear you are leaving us. I have come to give you a going away present,” she purred as she dragged a finger over her ample br*asts.

He stared at her, and she smiled, thinking he was mesmerized by her beauty.

“Please leave my room. I have no interest in you. You are not my mate.”

“Oh, please. Just because we aren’t mated, doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun.”

“Yes, it does. Please get out.”

“I know you want me, Wes. You can ask any of your friends around here. I am a sure thing, and I am very good at it.”

“Regina, you are lying there naked as the day you came into this world. My c*ck remains flaccid, I do not want you.”

Her face turned beet red. She huffed and quickly stood in front of him. She reached out to touch him and he grabbed her wrist. He started to squeeze it. She whimpered.

“I said I had no interest. That was not permission for you to try and grab my c*ck.”

“You are hurting me.”

“Try to touch me again, and I don’t give a flying f*ck if you are a Princess, I will snap your wrist. Do I make myself clear? Only my mates have the right to touch me.”

“Yes, fine, let go.”

He did. She ran out of his room. He huffed out a strained breath. In record time he was packed. He made sure all the gifts he had gotten his girls were carefully packed in one of his bags. He couldn’t wait to see them. He was ready and on his way to the train with a pep in his step and a smile on his face. He hadn’t smiled in four long years. He didn’t have a reason to. But now he did. He was going home to see his girls.