The Midnight Prince

Slipping for You

(Flint)

The aftermath of Trenton’s attack was a blur of healing and throwing out ideas of how to keep this from happening again. The doctor and Luna stitched him up well and gave the poor kid a round of antibiotics to take while he heals. Luckily for him, the wounds were bloody but didn’t hit any of his organs. he’ll still have a few good scars from it, though. His mother, a young single mother, was nearly inconsolable as she thanked the doctor and swore she’d find a way to come up with the money to pay him. The doctor waved her off, stating that she will never have to worry about paying for medical emergencies. I gave the mother what Trenton would have made for the next few weeks (and then some) in a small envelope to give to him when he’s feeling better.

Chance and I both agreed that we’re going to stay at the pack house during our summer here, I want to be close in case if something happens. Not to mention the nearest motel is thirty minutes away and looks like it belongs in a horror movie, it even has its own creepy flickering fluorescent sign out front. Thankfully, Georgia was more than happy to host us and had two rooms ready for us before the doctor had even finished packing up his things.

I glance around the room I’ve been given, it’s on the second floor of the large farm house, with a bathroom right across the hall. The last time I had to share a bathroom with more than one person was back at my parent’s house, but it’ll do for a couple of months. A change of scenery and routine will be good for me.

A queen size bed sits on an old wooden frame, with four tall posts on each corner. The dresser squeaks impressively loud when I open the top and third drawer, and the rug looks as if it’s been in the same place for at least a decade. It’s all clean, free of any dust or clutter.

There is no tv, not that I watch much of it anyway- I’m too busy for that. But, there is wifi and a desk; which means I can work while I’m here.

I start unpacking my bags, wondering if I should even bother, the weather is much more unforgiving than I had planned for, and it seems like I’m going to need to invest in some lighter summer clothing if I’m to avoid a heat stroke.

A gentle knock at the door calls for my attention. I open it to find Georgia. “Sorry to bother you honey, but I wanted to see if Steak and baked potatoes are alright for dinner? If not I can send someone to grab you something different.”

“Steak and baked potatoes sounds excellent, I can’t wait to try it. Something tells me I’m going to put in a few pounds eating here.” I wink playfully.

“How you do you like your meat?”

I offer her a crooked smile. “The only way a steak should be cooked- rare.”

Georgia’s plump cheeks round as she grins and pats me on the shoulder. “I knew I was going to like you.” She shakes a finger at me and disappears down the stairs.

I can feel the sweat and grime all over my body and grab something to change into, the idea of a shower too enticing to ignore.

As I go across the hall and start to reach for the bronze knob, the door swings open, letting a wave of mist out, revealing Natalie in a towel with her long hair wet and glued to her arms and back. “Sorry, might’ve used up all the hot water.” She shrugs and saunters past, stopping beside me for a moment. “Although I’m sure after finding out about our little secret today you could use a nice cold shower.” Her ornery little whisper sends tingles up my spin.

She vanished into a room at the end of the hall and I shake off the conflicting emotions happening within me.

The bathroom is much smaller than I’m used to, but still charming, in a country sort of way. I pull the cheap, ocean themed plastic shower curtain back and turn on the shower. Quickly shedding my clothes, I step into the bathtub/shower combo and am immediately hit with piercing needles of ice cold water. My breath is taken from me and I unwillingly arch my back into an uncomfortable angle trying to run from the shock. My feet lose traction on the porcelain floor and I start sliding. Flailing my hands about, I try to regain my balance but then the edge of the tub meets the back of my knees. I buckle over the side. My ass hits the cold linoleum with a hard ‘umpfh’ and searing pain explodes at the base of my skull, sending stars pulsating through my vision.

I sit for a second, completely disoriented and confused. You fell out of the shower, moron. Drago’s voice causes my head to radiate more pain. Shut up, I can’t think. I warn and reach one hand back to assess what caused my infliction. Sticky blood coats the short hair at the nape of my head and I groan, it must’ve gotten busted open on the corner of the sink vanity.

The door bursts open and Natalie stands there in the archway, eyes wide with shock, then squinting with amusement. “Did you just fall out of the f*****g shower?” Her voice is unnervingly condescending.

“Nat! What was that?” I hear Georgia yell from downstairs.

“Don’t you f*****g dare.” I growl, scrambling for something to cover my naked body with, settling on the cold, wet shower curtain. My balls shrivel up so small I can feel them in my throat. I wish she’d get the f**k out so I could get dressed and fix my head.

“Nothing mom, I dropped something, sorry!” She shouts back. I sigh with relief. But it’s short lived. Natalie pulls the door closed behind her, trapping us together.

“Get out, I’m naked.” I grumble but she ignores me, stepping behind me and reaching for the first aid kit on a shelf.

Her ass cheeks just barely hang out of the bottom of her little yellow sleep shorts. Trying my best not to stare, I can’t help but admire her while she stands on her tip toes to grab the box. Both arms are decorated with several tattoos, mostly flowers and animals. On her thigh is a large and intricate horse looking over its shoulder. The tattoo is so realistic it could move on its own and I wouldn’t be surprised.

She clearly has no bra on under her white PINK t-shirt, n*****s protruding against the fabric as of to say ‘hey, please stare at me and picture what we would feel like under your tongue!’ How do her parents let her waltz around this place dressed like that? There’s men going in and out all the time- that would never happen in my house. We could bury ourselves between those and wear her t**s as ear muffs. Drago whimpers, both of us admiring the bounce they give as she plants her bare feet back on the ground.

“You’re bleeding, just let me clean it up and I’ll leave you alone.” She sits on the toilet behind me. I expect her hands to be rough and jostle me around, but she’s surprisingly delicate. “I can’t believe you fell in the shower.” Natalie giggles. “I mean the King of all Werewolves falls in my shower, how funny is that?”

“I’m not king yet.” I remind her. But still, it is a little funny now. I choke out a small chuckle.

She wipes the cut with an antiseptic and I wince. “There’s a laugh. I’m surprised you know how to do that. It’s a wonder to me why the gods would give me such a serious mate.”

Her words cause me to stiffen. “Hey, can we keep that to ourselves? I don’t want anyone knowing about.. us.” I turn around to face her. “I’m sure you’re a great girl, but I’ve never planned to meet my mate, and I have things back home I have to tend to before I can even think about it.”

Natalie’s warm amber eyes turn cold and she scoffs at me, tossing the pink stained cotton ball into the sink next to her. “Don’t worry, your majesty,” she sneers, “I have no desire to let the world know you’re my mate. Do you really think just because your some hot shot Prince I’d be weak in the knees for you? I don’t even know you. And I’m not about to give up everything I’ve ever known to run off and live in some f*****g icebox with you. Get over yourself.”

She pushes her way past me, a bare thigh brushes against my wet shoulder. slamming the door behind her, I’m left alone again.

You are so stupid sometimes it’s really hard to be on your side. Drago grumbles and vacates to the back parts of my mind, clearly upset with how I handled that. What does he know anyway, he’s a wolf. Wolves act on impulse, and mates trigger the most passionate sides of us. It’s better to make it clear now that we will never be together.