The Differing Twin Princes

On the prowl

Skoll POV

I watched as Forrest impressively worked his magic on his latest pretty little thing. I knew he would be successful again tonight just by the way she smiled at him flirtatiously. If she had long hair, I had no doubt that she would be outrageously flipping it around her, but instead she was fiddling with a few of her short blonde strands.

Personally, I liked something a little longer, so I could have something to hold onto while they rode me like a bucking broncho, but each to their own, I suppose.

I scanned the room for the lucky lady who would be keeping the prince of wolves company tonight.

This was what I liked about these sorts of functions; swarms of gorgeous women all here to impress me. Every one of these girls were more than happy to serve the needs of their creator’s son. Who was I to turn them down?

Of course, it was never as pleasant after the deed was done. That was when they got clingy, expecting me to choose them to be my mate. Pfft, I may not want to find my mate yet, but I certainly wouldn’t give her up for some random hanger on.

I searched the room for the prettiest girl I could find and there she was; surrounded by a group of s*x-hungry males. I couldn’t be bothered to fight my way through the barrage of lesser men for her attention, so second best would have to do.

I realised, while striding across the room, a little blonde noticed she had caught my attention. Her long lashes fluttered around her bright blue eyes as a coy smile grew on her features.

I wish I hadn’t troubled myself. Speaking to the girl for five minutes was too long, her high, squeaky voice made me wince. I didn’t want to imagine what it would sound like when she was screaming my name in the throes of passion.

“Excuse me, I am suddenly in need of a drink.” I raised my hand to my throat to emphasis before stepping away from the young woman.

Swirling my whiskey in its glass, I checked out the company within the ballroom for a third time this evening. Many of the women were attractive enough, but I wondered whether I had just lucked out tonight; there had to be a first time for everything.

I felt Reagan’s presence beside me. We may be twins, but we couldn’t be any more different. I took after my father, hot tempered and passionate, while my brother was more cool and collected, taking in everything that occurred around him before acting.

He had often called me reckless and irrational, whereas I thought of him as arrogant and vexatious.

“Anyone catch your eye brother?” He spoke with a hint of mockery in his voice. “Or maybe you’ll find your mate tonight.”

“I f*****g hope not!” The very thought made me uneasy. “There are far too many women out there that need my attention first.”

“s**t!”

My attention was diverted towards Reagan. He had always insisted none of us should use profanities in public. I watched him with interest as his relaxed stance became rigid. The lightening of his already icy blue eyes told me what was happening, his wolf was sensing the connection too.

I followed him towards the beautiful red head that had caught my eye earlier. It was just as well, I had decided against pursuing her.

It was a painstaking couple of minutes before she finally turned and dipped in the presence of her prince, her mate.

“Prince Reagan…I am overjoyed to meet you.”

It was obvious to me, by the way she carried herself, that she was a conceited woman; not Reagan’s type at all. That didn’t matter to me though. I would only need her for one night.

I tuned out of their conversation, until Reagan stumbled backwards into me. It was done, their bond was broken and her posse of fans had dissipated when the prince had shown his interest. But I thought I should be polite before seducing my own brother’s mate.

Would you mind?

All yours brother.

I didn’t stick around. Taking her by the hand, I guided her away from my brother’s vicinity. He may not want her, but I doubted Reagan would want to witness his brother trying to coax his former mate into bed.

We made our way towards one of the palace’s many guest rooms. There was no way I would ever take a one-off stranger to my bedroom; that privilege was reserved only for my mate.

This particular rendezvous would have to be quick. I didn’t want to lead the girl on, I couldn’t even remember her name, for f**k's sake. But I knew her type; self-obsessed, shallow, egotistical. She was out to catch an unsuspecting, powerful alpha that she could flaunt in front of her envious friends. It was unfortunate for her that I was not going to be that clueless fool.

“I can’t believe that my mate just rejected me…” She gasped, through tearless sobs. “But then you… To think that the king of wolves’ son came to my rescue.”

This was going to be easier than expected, the woman was already acting like the typical damsel in distress, prepared to reward her saviour, with whatever he so desired. I was just glad that I was the hero there, to rescue her from her humiliation.

“He was an i***t to have rejected you…” I could feel her quickening pulse as I left a kiss on her neck. “But his mistake is my gain.”

It didn’t take long until she was standing before me, wearing nothing but that smug smile. My attention was automatically drawn to her long red hair, flowing over her breasts to her waist, her pebbled n*****s peeking through the curtains of her tresses. There’s no denying it, I’ve always been a breast man.

It took a few short seconds to get her on the bed, and I was inside of her even faster. I ploughed into her time and time again until I felt her begin to tighten around me. That was when I allowed myself to let go. A couple of jerks later and my lust had been satiated for the evening.

I didn’t waste any time in vacating the bed, I was eager to put this tryst to the back of my mind, along with the many others that had been shelved in the darkest depths of my psyche.

“Skoll?”

“Hmm?” I didn’t bother to turn around, even such a simple action may give her a false idea of a potential relationship.

“Skoll?” She said with a harsher tone. “Will you face me when I am trying to speak to you?”

“No.” I said bluntly, fastening the buttons on my shirt.

“You will face me.” Her voice rose. “You took advantage of me when I was at my most vulnerable…”

“Sweetheart, there was no way I was taking advantage of you. You saw an opportunity to try and entrap the prince of wolves and took it. Unfortunately for you, I knew what your intention was long before even you did. I have played this game with many ladies and I am proud to say none of them have beaten me at it.”

“You’re even more heartless than your brother! At least he had the courtesy to apologise when he rejected me.”

“Never once did I say you were or would be mine. Why should I apologise? We had a bit of fun, now it’s over.”

“You can’t just leave me…I’ll tell everyone that you are my second chance mate.” She really was pushing my patience to its limit now.

“I need to get back to the party before anyone misses me.” I growled. “Maybe my mate will be there.”

The palace walls trembled as the door slammed behind me. Never had a female angered me so much, the nerve of the woman! Did she know who I was? What I could do to her without a second thought? To even suggest that she would try to deceive my family and claim I am her mate, has got to be the most ludicrous thing I have ever heard. My family would know she was lying just by looking at her.

Settling down with my fated mate when I was in the prime of my life would make me miserable enough. I growled angrily to myself, there was no way I would be tricked into ending up saddled with one that wasn’t even created for me.

I found myself wondering whether it were time to finally start the search for her, my destined mate. I quickly shook the idea out of my head. I had too much to do before I would be content with committing to one specific woman.

Entering the ballroom, I noticed that the guests that were in attendance had reduced somewhat, but as always, the royal family had to be present until the end of the evening of these events.

My brother was in a corner, deep in conversation with his cousin, Cyan. I decided to forego their undoubtedly dull discussion and join my own cousin, Lincoln. He was occupying the opposite corner of the room, with his heavily pregnant mate affixed to his hip.

“And what have you been doing this evening?” I hadn’t even reached them before he spoke out.

“Who has he been doing, you mean?” Emmi chimed in.

“The worst mistake of my life, I believe.” I huffed, but was met with their laughter.

“Well, what did you really expect? All of these random girls…Surely you must have known one would cause you trouble eventually?” She shook her head, as she chastised me. “Why don’t you just try and stick to one girl?”

“My mate, you mean?” I muttered in annoyance. I knew where this conversation would be heading if I didn’t shut it down. “I much preferred it when all you wanted to discuss was training.”

“I miss training.” She said longingly.

“Are you crying?” I hadn’t missed the stray tear that had escaped her eye.

“She’s always crying…It’s the hormones.” Lincoln informed me, earning him a glare from his mate.

“And who’s fault is that hmm? Who said it would be a good time to give Jackson a sibling? You, that’s who. I said to wait a couple of years, but Noooo…”

I stepped away from Emmi’s rant. I was sure I didn’t want that yet, an emotional woman being overdramatic if I made the wrong comment. But, in Emmi’s defence, she had a good reason. Having the responsibility of caring for and protecting a child that is growing inside of you must be stressful.

What did I really want? Seducing and bedding women was a fun game, but if I were being honest, it was beginning to get boring. When I was younger, it was like a hunt. I would have to bait my prey before striking, but as I aged it had almost become too easy. They came to me willingly, offering themselves to me. There was no thrill of the chase anymore, no effort had to be put in.

Had I really reached the age where I was considering the idea of finally searching for my mate? Could I envisage myself with one woman for the rest of my life? Did I want to set up home and start a family?

My forehead wrinkled as I seriously pondered the concept of seeking my destiny. Is this what I really want?

I believe it is.