11 Chapter eleven

Tyrone paced around his room angrily. The thought of the woman he met and his father was driving him crazy. He just couldn't take it.

His life was changing so fast and he had no control to stop it. This we're getting more and more complicated and he was in the sidelines unable to do anything to stop it.

His inner demon was also very restless. There was only one that that he could think of to calm his demon.

His mate.

He called for Ivan to his room. The older male didn't take long to arrive to his bedroom. Ty welcomed him and hurriedly dragged him to the bed, he forced Ivan to lie down while he laid his head on Ivan's chest.

The feeling of peace washed all over him in no time. He had found something very special in the complication that was his life. A way to always remain calm. It was easy to remain calm when he was with his mate.

Ivan had no issues staying in that position to please the prince. The more the prince got attached to him the lesser chances he would have of being sent back.

And if he found love in the process then there was no harm. Even though he had known that they could never be together. The gap between them was just too big for any kind of relationship to ever form between them.

The younger boy was called prince by the butler, which he could only assume meant that he came from a royal background. It was evident in the huge house and so many servants lining up to please the younger boy's every need.

He was not an ordinary person. His father had a lot of money too, he had everything but he was only but a slave. What more was the age difference, it wasn't that big but he was still older than the boy.

He sighed.

With his eyes closed he let go of all his worries and decided to sleep. His nails grew, they were sharp and strong. His wolf ears formed and his fangs also came out.

He had not gone for a run in a long time that his demon was making it's way out forcefully with his knowledge. His wolf wanted to be set free.

Tyrone started moving around. The image of the weird man from the pool present in his eyes. He couldn't discern why the man made him nervous.

Ivan tried to wake him seeing his disturbed state. But Ty didn't wake despite all his efforts. He glanced down, he paused. His body shivered slightly.

The sight before him was scaring him. Seeing the form that the prince had taken worried him. His status didn't give him the right to question what all he saw but this was not one of those cases.

His heart throbbed in fear of the creature inside the prince. Based on all the stories he had heard of and read back at home he could deduce what the prince was.

In doing so he only got more terrified. The beast he thought of was known to tear humans to pieces and eat them. He was human and was laying below the male,waking him up was no longer an option.

He was sleeping with death on the same bed and there was nothing that he could do to leave. The way they the prince's wolf held him. It was possessive, Ivan was his and only his.

The strings of fate have tied them together and there was nothing that could be done about it. Ivan had been made for him and him alone, that was the end of story.

Tyrone dreamed of the man from the pool. In his dream, the man had pinned him down and kissed him. The dream was strange.

"I love you a lot prince," the man uttered in a sweet seductive voice. His words made Tyrone shudder.

Just then the doors to his room came open. Emilia walked into the room fuming mad, seeing this Ivan closed his eyes immediately and pretended to be asleep.

Emilia stood before the prince's bed her heart pounding In her chest. The sight before her made her even more upset, the prince was hers.

The slave had no rights to be on the prince's bed. The right to be by his side, she had claimed it for herself and it was only a matter of time before the prince accepted her.

She gritted her teeth in anger. Her hands both folded into a fist as she stared at how close the prince was holding the slave.

The throne of Xeris was undeserving of the man beside him. It best suited only her. She fetched her phone from her pocket and clicked photos of the prince and Ivan. With them she would create a situation that destroys whatever bond was forming between them.

After talking the photos she kept her phone back. She envisioned herself being the one the prince looked to for everything. What she wouldn't give to have the prince fall in love with her. To become a princess and be queen one day.

To have all the subjects of Xeris bow to her as queen. The wealth that she would have as queen, all the diamonds and gold that would be hers, she could only dream.

She was determined to make all her dreams come true. She went to the bed and squatted close to the prince, using her hand she brushed gently on Tyrone's soft skin.

"Grrrrr," Tyrone's wolf growled at her touch. It was not pleased but angered by it. Only his mate had the right and privilege to touch his body.

"One day, when you are king then I shall be your queen," she spoke to him. Her words entered through one ear and went out through the other one.

Ivan heard her words and felt hurt. It hurt to hear just how impossible it was for him to ever be with the prince.

There was nothing going on between them and it was his fault that he allowed his heart to hope. In his and the prince's relationship, there was already two love rivals.

One that haunted the prince's dream and the other that was right before him. Whispering of desires for a future with him.