Chapter seven

Tyrone entered a secluded swimming pool. The water brought comforts for his stressed mind. Having been in the company of Ivan the whole day gave him a headache.

He walked in slowly, the room was dimly lit. He could hardly see a thing in the room but he couldn't hear anything either so it was a good sign that he was alone.

He stood near the pool and removed her shoes to enter the water. He sat at the edge of the pool with his feet in the water enjoying the peace and serenity in the room.

"Now this is life," he whispered to himself.

Soon just having his feet in the water wasn't enough, he wanted to go for a full body swim. He removed his clothes and kept them aside and jumped into the water.

Unknown to him there was a man by the pool watching his every move. He had before him came in and was silently listening to music while gazing at him. He was quite and relaxed that Ty wasn't even aware he was in the room.

The boy had lived his life not embracing his werewolf side so he never used his tracking skills. Had he then he would have caught the scent of the man.

He swam in the water for a while. The water felt nice in his body and surprising enough it wasn't so cold. He pushed herself off the water when he was done. His body was soaking wet with water dripping off her body.

Gazing at the seat not far from where he stood he saw some towels that she could use to dry herself. He moved from her spot and headed for the towel.

"I didn't think this through. I have no set of changing pants and I still went in the water," he scolded herself as she took one of the towels.

"Then you shouldn't have gone for a swim," a manly voice spoke startling him. He jumped back in fear sliding from the water that dripped from his body and fell backwards.

He closed his eyes and waited to fall but the impact never came. Opening his eyes slowly he found that the man was holding him by the waist to keep him from falling.

The hands that held him seemed muscular and strong. He gulped. He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart and caught a whiff of the man's scent.

He got back to his senses and pushed the man off of himself. He backed away from the man. Due to the dim light, he couldn't see his face clearly but he was certain he was one of them.

"Who are you?" he asked in his royal authoritative voice.

"I would ask you the same question," the man stated slowly taking his seat again.

"It is rude to answer a question with a question," Ty informed. His aura was calm and composed, even though he was worried about the identity of the man. He didn't let it show much.

He reached out for the towel and wrapped it around his waist. He used another on to dry his hair and his chest but his eyes never once left the mysterious man seated next to him.

The man was an alpha that was clear, whether he was a rogue alpha or ran with a pack puzzled Tyrone. He had to speak to his father about the man soon.

"Are you going to keep staring at me boy?" the man asked him. He took his time to get dried without answering the question. He found tiresome to hold a pointless conversation with the man when the man had no intentions of telling him what he wanted to hear.

He left the place and went for his clothes. He got dressed quickly, taking one last glance back at the man. He sighed and walked away.

"I had about the attempted assassination on your life back in Xeris," the man said when Ty had his hand to the door. He froze, his hand on the door knob trembled.

He turned around masking his fear behind an expressionless face. "What?"

"Forgive me for my rudeness my prince," the man said getting up from seat and bowing to him. Tyrone was scared, the man could be one of the assassins and that is why he easily recognised him.

He had snuck out to come for the swim so that his butler doesn't force his so called mate to join him. But now he regretted that choice. He just couldn't understand why he decided to do something so stupid when he knew his life was in danger.

"What are you thinking of my prince," the man whispered in his ear bringing him out of his thoughts.

He stepped back seeing how close they were only to get backed up to the closed door behind him. "What do you think you are doing?" he asked irritated by the lack of space between them.

They were too close to each other for his own comfort and he couldn't wait for him to back off or he will have to push him back. He could feel himself triggering the change with his emotions.

He remembered what his father and Butler had said about him changing in public so he couldn't bring himself to do so. He bit his lower lip to control himself from losing his self control.

He cursed at his luck to run into the man now. He hadn't gone for a run in a long time, that is if you dont count the five minutes ran he did to eat when they left Xeris. His wolf was pushing to be let free, and for that every little thing in him can trigger his transformation.

"You look cute when you bite your lip," he had the man said. He frowned at his words, he wouldn't call him cute anymore when he died by his wolf.

"Back away," he said his voice sounding pleading from the war between him and his wolf. He was struggling to refrain from transforming.

"I heard rumours that the werewolf prince can't transform to save his life. You are a werewolf so why dont you change?" the man asked him.

His demon was getting stronger, it only wished for his mate to be that close to him and not a random man like him. It was angry and wanted to be let out to teach the man a lesson.

The man felt the changing aura in Ty and smiled. 'The rumors are wrong, you are one of us. It is just that you hold back from embracing yourself,' he thought.

He reached his hand to Ty's face and traces his jaw line. The act annoyed both Ty and his demon. He saw no point in holding back anymore and pushed the man off with his hands.

The force he used was so great the man landed at the end of the room. His eyes were starting to see the clearly. It was his beast eyes now, they could see quite well in the dimly lit room.

He removed his clothes from his body and transformed into a werewolf, the gem on his forehead glowing brighter than the sun.

He raced over to the man and in no second his paws were on top of the man. The man looked up to him, his eyes wide open and surprised at the beauty of the boy before him.

He was shocked at the discovery that he had just made and he could now understand why the boy didn't transform in front of others. He was the destined one, the awaited child born of the sun and the moon.

He took his time to observe the boy from his head to his tail.His heart was racing in his chest at the wonder of his discovery.

He reached out his hand to pet the wolf, Ty growled at him showing to him his razor sharp teeth that could dig into him in seconds and finish him off.

The man halted and didn't reach for him. He just smiled to mask the fear in his heart. The child born of the curse of the moon and sun could kill him with just a scratch from his teeth. He didn't want to die yet.

"Prince," his ears picked up his butlers worried call and moved off the man. He took his human form and stared at the man.

"If you ever touch me again, I will rip you apart. That is my promise," he threatened and turned away. "And one more thing. Stay far away from me," he added.

He moved away from the swimming pool and left the room in a hurry. He had turned in front of an outsider and he hoped that he wouldn't regret it.

He hoped the worst wouldn't come of it, he just could be stand another stress in his life. Life was too short to worry all the time. But he praised himself for not tearing the man to pieces even though he was angered by him.

His control of his demon was getting better but he needed to go wake out and run in his werewolf form.

"It could have gone worse," he whispered to himself.

He returned back to the house with his butler waiting for him by the door. He was in no mood for a lecture, he walked passed the butler and went straight to his room.

For some reason his life was becoming interesting and tiresome. Having events happening every single day was a nightmare. He just wanted some piece by himself but the universe had other plans for him.

They keep throwing problems after problems at him and making things worse. He dropped on his bed to get some rest.

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Ivan was panicked by everything that was happening. He could tell that the prince hated him and that worried him. He was worried that he might get sent back if his master chose to let him go.

He was restless since they had been to the shopping center. From the book store it was clear that the prince hated everything about him and was disgusted by his touch.

'What can I do to change how you feel about me?' he asked in his mind.

He paced around his room. The prince had sneaked out of the house and no doubt to avoid him. He was clueless as to what he could so to make the young one care for him.

Even if just enough not to send him back to where he was bought from. He loved working for the boy, despite his obvious hatred. He never once shouted at him or mistreated him. He wasn't even treated like a slave for the most time.

He wore good clothes, ate good food at all the three times of the day. Had a good room to sleep in and was allowed to roam around the compound when he can't needed by the prince's side.

He sat down on the bed thinking of the time in the store when he got the change to hold the prince's hand. How warm they felt in his arms and how good they fit in his. It was a magical few seconds to hold him and massage his hand gently.

'I will learn your language and speak to you,' he vowed with a bright smile on his face.

He laid back on the bed facing the sky. He had found a good home. No abusive words uttered to him by all around him. No malice or mistreatment from his people. It was truly a blessing to have been purchased for the boy.

He heard a knock by the door. He rushed and open it for the butler to appear before him.

"The prince has returned. Go to the kitchen and fetch his meal for him and send it to his room," he instructed.

Ivan nodded his head to show that he understood. When the butter left, Ivan locked his room and strode to the kitchen. He walked slowly through the corridor of the servants quarters.

Other servants passed by him and greeted him, he responded only by nodding his head. He didn't know how to speak their language and they understood him. They didn't berate him for it.

Arriving at the kitchen. He waited to receive the prince's meal by the door. The smell from the kitchen was so mouth watering that it aroused his appetite. His stomach growled catching the attention of the head chef.

"The prince's food," she said handing him the plate. "You can return for a dish for your hungry stomach afterwards," she added earning a smile from Ivan