Princess and her Rogue Twins

Chapter 3

Silas

The moment the lights go out, our people surround the hall, and I waste no time in climbing the stairs of the stage where my target is standing—Camila Andrus.

I take out the sachet of Henbane from my pocket, and cover her mouth from behind, not allowing her to let out even a small sound before I put the sachet just below her nose.

Slowly, the fight starts leaving her, and her body gets heavier. I drag her slack, fainting body down the stage carefully while the hall starts to erupt with chaos and screams. The stench of blood starts filling the air as our men start killing those who pose a risk to our mission.

I carry the werewolf princess in my arms and walk out of the hall following my night vision. We, rogues, have especially better night vision than other predators, which lets us hunt freely at night.

"Mila! MILA!"

Her royal fiancé's scream falls into my ears, followed by her panicked voices of family. Satisfaction sits deep in my chest when the screams don't stop. It means our mission is successful. I walk to the back of their packhouse, and after fifty more steps, I spot our car.

I open the back door and sit inside with the princess in my arms. Carefully, I lay her beside me and rest her head on my lap, so that I can crush it or slit her neck if she tries to be a pain in the ass.

We have finally kidnapped Camila Andrus, on the night of her engagement, when the blow would hit them in the most painful way possible. It's a moment we have been preparing for three months, ever since the Alpha of the NorthStar pack, which guides other smaller packs to wage wars, captured our rebel army along with the commander.

I saw and endured the harsh life of rogues that get captured by these cruel bastards myself as Rowan. When our spies informed us that Anthony, the Alpha of NorthStar, is searching for strong rogue men, a plan started to take shape. We decided to infiltrate their pack to get a better understanding of how they work, and I volunteered for it myself.

That fucker, tried to break me in every way possible to train me for his daughter, and only let me go when I pretended to act like he wanted. He stupidly believed that I was under his control now, unaware that it isn't easy to break a king who has seen the pain of his people and burns with the desire for revenge.

The car speeds up after hitting the main highway. We have to go a long way.

I rest my head against the back of the seat for a short while. The few wounds that remain on my back sting, forcing me to close my eyes. Adjusting myself, I glance at the princess lying in my lap. Her serene face as she breathes faintly plays with my mood. I am content with making her family suffer, but I am not sure if I am happy to kidnap her.

The torment I went through to make it possible is worth it since we will achieve a lot through it. They must have found the note our men left by now.

It clearly states, 'hand over our people and army if you want the princess back in one piece.'

There isn't a day that we don't go without ambushes and attacks, but now we have decided to go all out. If they want a war, then war it is. We will take our rightful lands from them at any cost.

My wolf growls with a fighting spirit, but I break out of my reverie when Camila stirs and opens her eyes. Her vibrant greens have dulled because of the poison's impact.

"Rowan..."She mumbles, unsurely, narrowing her eyes to have a better look at me.

I swiftly take out the sachet again. "It's not time for you to wake up yet." I bring it to her nose, and slowly she faints again.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and her body goes slack.

I stare at her for long, silent minutes. She isn't frail, but her body is also not built like a warrior, as you would expect from an alpha princess. She is slender and voluptuous in the wrong places. Undoubtedly, she is an attractive woman, but also the daughter of that vile bastard.

I held her waist the first day I was appointed as her bodyguard to draw an analysis of how strong she is. I was surprised by myself because I felt disappointed. She wouldn't even be able to put up a fight for more than a minute. She has made the rest of our plans a lot easier.

The pearls on her fancy dress are pricking me. It isn't a comfortable garment to lie in. I wonder how she is able to wear it. Her loose hair strands have scattered across my thighs, evoking a strange urge inside me to wrap my fist around them. Her blazing red hair is as vibrant as her bright green eyes.

She is more like a red deer rather than a werewolf who can attack.

Strange. I didn't expect Anthony's spawn to be this weak. He doesn't even have a son. All he has are two daughters, and yet he is so vicious.

I finally yield and wrap my fist around her hair. They had been distracting me this whole time. My fist remains buried in her locks until we arrive at our place, the RedClaw—a name that represents our motive of rebellion and loss.

Luke, our chief commander who accompanied me on this mission, opens my door. I step out, carrying her in my arms.

"Inform Aaron about our arrival." I give an order and continue to walk toward our mansion, which is situated on a hill surrounded by the ocean.

The waves bellow and hits the cliff, crashing violently against the granite. The warriors guarding the doors let us in. Wyatt, who was driving the car, had gone inside first to follow my order.

We pass through the gardens, and when we are about to step inside the house, Luke calls me.

"Your highness, should I carry the werewolf princess instead?" He offers out of genuine concern, but it is an unneeded concern.

The chilly night air blows as I give him a long, calculating look. "No need." I turn towards the front and start walking. "I will take her inside."

I bite back the displeasure that arose at Luke's question and swiftly climb the stairs to the third floor. I then walk towards the west wing and kick open the door of the room we have prepared for her, the room between Aaron's and mine. I lay her down on the bed and walk back outside.

"Lock this door, and do not open it until my orders," I tell Luke, and go straight towards our study, where Aaron is waiting for me.

We have our home study in the east wing on the same floor. The door is already open when I arrive. I enter the room before sitting across the man who looks exactly like me, except for the lighter colour of his eyes, along with a small scar under his right eye, which one isn't able to notice at first glance.

"Congratulations on capturing the mutt alive, brother. You did an amazing job on this mission." Aaron grins darkly, his whole face dancing with joy.

I nod curtly. "They will have to accept our demands now if they want their precious daughter back."

He barks out a sharp laugh. "Of course they will. Isn't she their precious treasure? I have heard that not just her pack people but other packs also revered her as someone they loved because of her beauty that strikes a resemblance to the moon goddess." He says, playing with the paperweight on his desk until he stops. "I wonder just how exquisite her beauty is for people to howl so loudly about her." The paperweight gripped in his fist breaks, piercing his hand.

Blood oozes in his hand, but he doesn't care about it. "Beauty which she maintained by the blood of our people." He grits vehemently before sliding away the broken glass shards from the table harshly.

My features cool down at his aggressive display and self-harm. "Calm down, Aaron. We have completed the first step of our plan successfully. From now on, we must tread carefully. Despite her weak appearance, she may still be hiding a weapon. We will stay on alert around her." I warn him strictly.

His chest heaves out of wrath that he has kept inside him like a lethal poison. Still, he nods.

I feel a little relieved, allowing myself to relax back in the chair, but just then, Mika, who guards the mansion, rushes inside without asking for our permission.

"Your highness, there's an emergency!" He shouts urgently.

"What happened?" Aaron snarls, taking in his anxious appearance.

"T-That w-werewolf p-princess is trying to jump from the window! I saw her from below while guarding the house." He stutters.

Fuck, it hasn't even been more than an hour since I brought her here, and she has already started causing trouble.

"Who let the f*****g window open? Didn't I give orders to bar them?" Aaron growls as we both stand up immediately, hurrying towards her room.

The damn window. How can I forget?

I think, distressed, as the incident from our first meeting keeps revolving in my head. Then, too, she didn't see the window in front of her. I should have guessed from that that she is a lunatic woman, but what would she gain by jumping from the window, which is at a significant height? She would die as soon as she jumped by getting stabbed by the sharp rocks surrounding the whole mansion.

Both Aaron and I head towards the west wing of our floor as quickly as we can. Aaron is faster than me. He kicks open the door of her room after breaking the lock with his bare hand. Now both of his hands are bleeding as a result.

A tinge of worry passes through my mind, but it goes as fast as it arrives when I see her standing too close to the window, just as Mika described.

Like, I said, she and a damn f*****g window.