MATED TO THE WEREWOLF PRINCE

CHAPTER THREE

-YURI HANNA-

"Where is the P-prince?" Mr. Gozo inquired over the phone. My brow wrinkled as I sensed something was awry with the attendant's voice. It sounded wary.

"He's with me; I saw him outside the hotel earlier," I answered, my voice strained. "Why did you leave him alone? You know there are motherfuckers after him."

"B-bring the prince to my resthouse. I'll... I'll send you the address." Instead of responding to my concerns, Mr.Gozo bade and abruptly put an end to the call.

My scowl deepened as my skepticism grew stronger. Mr.Gozo appeared to be struggling to speak as if he was out of breath. His tenor is almost squeaking with a sense of distress.

"What the hell is wrong with that old fart?" I mumbled, squeezing my stiff spine against my seat, and stared at the prince, who had returned to slumber.

Strands of his long locks fell to the front of his face as he rested his head on the shuttered window. My hand squirmed as I resisted the impulse to adjust the prince's hair since I was still irritated by his negligence.

If I hadn't arrived on time, the killers might have already slaughtered him. And 'His Highness' was not aware that his demise would cause pandemonium. If something happens to him while he's on the Eastern continent, the West will not stand by and do nothing. They will utilize their power to persecute the eastern territories.

On the other hand, I held Mr.Gozo responsible. The old man approached Alva Kenta Reese and asked him to hire someone to protect and keep the prince safe, but he ignored his responsibility as the prince's attendant.

When my phone vibrated, my jaw clenched and I returned my gaze to the front of the car. When I reviewed the message, I discovered that Mr.Gozo had included the address of his rest stop. It was only a thirty-minute travel from Adamson City.

"What a bothersome man," I grumbled as I began to accelerate away. I considered stopping at a motel on our way to Bloody Paws to change clothes and recuperate, but the attendant's call changed my mind. It's critical to see him before hiding the prince in the Bloody Paws pack.

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-THIRD POV-

The evening had become stale. Killah could hear a fight in the palace's great hall even though everyone should have been sleeping. He was used to hearing the servants' petty squabbles. They had been like that since the prince was a pup, and he couldn't figure out why they hadn't diminished. It was an ongoing fight that made him sick.

"Then why not end the anguish?" a chilly voice urged Killah and the next thing he knew he was standing in the middle of the c*****e. The hall was suddenly painted red. The bickering eventually ceased, resulting in a faint smile on the side of his mouth.

"You see, I can make things easy for you," the impish voice spoke again.

Killah's smile broadened when he started at his reflection in the bloodstream on the brick floor. He noticed himself and a familiar man with long blond hair behind him.

Killah grinned and the 'mysterious fella' grinned back at him. 'He' who did not frighten the prince, as long as the noises stop, his identity is top-secret.

The prince opened his eyes and gazed at the beta's weary form behind the wheel. It had only been two hours since he encountered his bodyguard. To be honest, having a dog that would follow him around all the time is needless.

'What could a gang of scumbag assassins possibly do to him? He may appear skinny for a werewolf, yet he could end the lives of those worthless miscreants if he so desired.'

That, however, would not be enjoyable. He wanted to see what surprises the elders who sent him to the Eastern land had kept under their sleeves.

'Would it amuse him?' He'll figure it out.

Killah shifted in his seat, catching Yuri's awareness. His bodyguard glanced at him and said flatly, "Mr. Gozo called; we're going to his resthouse."

Mr.Gozo is Killah's attendant, however, he is from the eastern territory. He'd been with him for over a decade. It's a relief for the prince to know there's good news concerning him.

"Is he okay?" he inquired.

Yuri shrugged her shoulders. "We'll find out when we get to his place; By the way, do you want to change clothes first?"

Killah winced, troubled about his soaked clothes. "My belongings are at the hotel; should we go back?"

"Who knows how many scraps are waiting for you at the hotel?" the beta snapped and bestowed him a short glare. "I have spare clothes in the back seat. You can use them."

Killah beamed like a toddler who had just received a lollipop, stretching his facial muscles. "How can you be both grumpy and generous?"

Yuri pulled over to the side of the road and turned to face him, a blank expression on her face. "I'm not generous; I'm just doing my job," she rectified, reaching for her additional clothing.

The prince's gaze lingered on the beta's face, and he made an instantaneous physical evaluation of his bodyguard.

Yuri has short, unkempt hair and a square face. Has heavy brows and deep-set hazel eyes, as well as a ski-slope nose. Has narrow lips and is unaccustomed to smiling, giving off an unapproachable aura. Nonetheless, the prince, who is still unaware of her gender, mistook her for one of the glorious shifters that dwell in that realm.

Killah's gaze was drawn to Yuri's slim figure, and a lopsided smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth. He'd better stop there or he'll be accused of eye-raping his cranky bodyguard.

"So, how is it?" Yuri raised a question, handing the garments to the prince.

Perplexed, Killah bowed his head to the left and asked back, "So? What?"

The beta leaned in closer and recited his query into his ear. "How do I look, your highness?"