Yeyeye, success! Third (not as crappy) chapter in three days, I'm so happy.
This might be my last big update for a while, I'm still not sure. I had the biggest surge of inspiration today, and the story took a little turn from what I originally planned.
Some parts were parts I was going to add in the beginning of the fic, but it worked out the way I wanted regardless... but anyways. Enjoy this.
I literally just typed it up, so there are probably a ton of mistakes, so sorry.
And I'm sorry about the crappy chapter I posted last night, guys. If you can, just go over and read it again.
Anyways, enjoy!
It had been a few days since he had last seen Jimmy and Dean was already well on his way to panicking. He had searched high and low at every street, every corner and every alley trying to find the Beta, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Jimmy had to have still been in Perdition seeing as how Meg was still right where she had been in the inn's stables. The innkeeper had been keeping up with the horse's needs, out of the expense of his pocket money.
Every morning, Dean would leave at the crack of dawn and he would stumble back into his room when the moon was way passed its highest point. Every day, he would look for the Beta that had stolen his heart. It had been four nights since the Alpha last saw Jimmy.
Cursing under his breath, Dean checked his pockets one more time. He might have been a prince, but staying at an inn was getting expensive. Not to mention he was beginning to grow low on money and supplies.
The Alpha started to rummage through his pack, trying his best to find something of worth or value, only to come up empty.
"Fuck," he groaned as he dragged his palm across his face.
It was either the movement of the candle light, or it was a serendipitous moment when he saw a glimmer in the corner of his eye.
Jimmy's bag.
Surely there would be something in there that could be sold… Surely Jimmy would be understanding.
Wouldn't he?
If anything, Dean could pull the Royalty trick and just… pawn it off somehow without the Beta noticing. He'll get it back before Jimmy would even notice it missing, yeah. That's right.
Pause.
The Alpha growled under his breath. He knew he would regret this, but he stomped over to the bag, picking it up and dumping its contents onto the bed.
Dean's eyes went wide at just the sight of the items in the bag. There were fine clothes made from quality wool and the amount of gold that was littering the bed sheets alone…
Earrings, jewels encrusted in the shiny metal, rings and brooches. Eyebrows furrowed, Dean's view on Jimmy was shifting just slightly.
"What kind of Noble Beta packs this amount of gold..?" Unless—maybe Jimmy wasn't a nobleman at all. "What the hell kind of Beta from a noble family runs away at such a young age, alone, and carrying this amount of riches… unless…" Dean couldn't breathe at the thought that flashed across his thoughts.
Unless Jimmy was not who he said he was… was he a thief?
Looking through the rest of the items, he noticed different silks and random trinkets buried within the treasure—that is until he saw the soap.
Bringing the bar up to his nose, he reeled back the moment the scent hit his nose.
Scent blockers.
He knew these well. Knowing that despite the strong smell from the soaps, it rendered the smell of the user almost completely null.
Kevin used to make them for the army and his knights whenever they had covert operations. Dean himself had to wear it, needless to say: they were especially useful when he would go on hunting trips with his boys.
Even as Crowned Prince, the Alpha had to utilize similar scent blockers when he took his Knighthood exam all those years back.
The test was something that all Squires had to partake in in order to prove their worth.
The goal was to sneak into a heavily guarded barrack, navigate through the labyrinth undetected, and find the ceremonial goblet, then the final test: fight the King himself. Using scent blockers was crucial.
The other times he'd come across scent blockers were when the castle was infiltrated by spies from Roman's Kingdom, and from when evidence showed that criminals used them, ultimately leading to his father passing judgement upon.
Other than that…
A knock from the door broke the Alpha from his train of thoughts. Quickly, Dean shoved all the items back into the Beta's bag before throwing it across the room.
Turning around, he watched the door open, the top of Lisa's gorgeous, flowing locks edging from behind the door as she peeked in.
"Dean? Is everything alright?" The Alpha gulped audibly before blinking out from his daze. He felt like he'd just been trampled over by a stampede of horses the size of Impala.
"Yeah," he swallowed tightly. "Yeah, I'm… um, I'm fine." Dean harshly wiped at his mouth, sighing heavily. "Just thinking about something… and I'm running low on money, so I've gotta go pawn some stuff first."
Lisa looked at the Alpha incredulously, but nodded patiently as she watched him walk across the room to a tossed over sack. Kneeling on the floor, Dean looked through the bag, pulling out a golden wing-shaped locket and a platinum bangle.
Dean looked uncomfortable pulling out the valuables, but she ignored them. In minutes the two were out of the inn, heading to the local trade store.
As they walked, Lisa watched the stiff gait of the Prince. His long legs were causing her to fall back little by little, making her run up a little just to catch up.
To be honest with herself, she enjoyed his company. And even after her failed attempt at seduction, the two began to see one another every day just to hang out, and it was good to say the least. She felt like their friendship was rapidly strengthening and if that was all he was willing to give, then it was okay for her to know that she had been a part of his life.
Before she realized, the bell rang overhead as the two stepped into the lightly dimmed room. The smell of copper and metal works invaded their noses as they looked around.
The shop had weapons and armour hanging off of the walls. Shelves filled with antiquities and knock knacks were in every corner. There were cabinets filled with vials and herbs, but it was the lady at the counter that had the Alpha stop dead in his tracks.
"Anna…"
Lisa watched the woman look up, both persons staring wide-eyed at one another as they drank in each other's presence.
"Dean… wha-what are you doing here?"
Jealousy brewed in the Omega as the cute, petite, red-headed Beta called out to him, like they were close. Thought, judging by the looks on their face, they were. Intimately, even.
"I needed to pawn off some things, but I could ask you the same question." The two chuckled awkwardly.
"Father actually let me join an apprenticeship, so I left Providence to come here, since it was Uncle Crowley who referred me."
Dean nodded absently. "I'm actually on my way there now… I'm looking for Cas, and I figured she would have headed towards Providence."
The read head looked concerned.
"Ella? Why? What happened while I was away?" Dean huffed in exasperation.
"You didn't know? Uncle Metadouche pawned off your cousin to me, but she ran off before I could meet her. I figured your Father would know where she was." Anna shook her head in disbelief.
"I'm sorry, Dean but I haven't seen Father in many seasons. I could ask Uncle Crowley for you? At first light?"
Dean mirrored her previous actions, suddenly feeling drained of life.
"No, thanks though. I'd rather keep it secret that I passed through here. But I actually do need more money for my trip. I plan to leave soon… once I found where my travelling partner had gone off to."
"Partner? Is she not?" The Beta's nose scrunched up at the Omega's confused look.
Dean finally remembered that he was not alone. Clearing his throat, he apologized quietly.
"Uh… Lisa, this is Anna Milton… Carver Edlund's daughter and Cas' cousin."
Lisa shifted uncomfortable before bowing in respect. Anna shot up from her seat, flailing her arms around in protest.
"Please, it is really unnecessary for you to do that. I'm not even a full Edlund, let alone am I one for the royal niceties. But anyways. How is it that you know Dean?"
The Omega coughed awkwardly, both her and the Alpha blushing a deep red.
"Perks of being a fancy lady, I guess. Especially when the Prince has such a reputation."
Anna giggled, shielding her mouth in modesty.
"You fell for his charm too, didn't you?" Lisa's eyes went wide.
"T-too!? That means…" The two nodded shyly.
"A few times, actually…" Dean interjected. Both he and Anna eyed one another, grinning shyly as if they were hiding a secret. Obviously there was still some unresolved sexual tension between the two of them.
Coughing, Lisa watched as the two blinked owlishly out of their thoughts, clearing the mix of the Alpha musk almost immediately from the air.
"Dean, how about asking her about what you came for?"
Said Alpha took a moment to come to his senses before perking up and shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Oh yeah. Hey, Anna, 's it possible to pawn these off for now? I need some money, but these things need to be bought back as soon as possible." Anna nodded once in acceptance.
"I can hold them off for now. I can just tell Gadreel that they're important."
As soon as she finished her sentence, a shout was heard from the back room.
"…Now get the hell out of my store, Walker." The back door slammed open, startling the three wolves as a dark skinned man stormed off, followed by a light skinned man. As soon as they got near, the offending wolves stopped in their tracks, growling at Dean before leaving.
A second later, a tall man walked out from the room, all calm demeanor and authority. He immediately walked up to Anna, wrapping an arm around her waist. Dean's eyebrows shot up to his forehead as he eyed their closeness.
Up until now, he hadn't noticed it: the distinct scar across the juncture of her neck… she was mated. With who he assumed was Gadreel.
"I apologize," the newly arrived Alpha begged, his voice soft spoken, yet booming with power.
Looking him up and down, Dean sized up the Alpha standing across from him, only a counter separating the two.
Gadreel was… a strong Alpha to put it mildly. He stood a smidge taller than Dean, broad shouldered, and he held himself with such confidence. If Dean wasn't mistaken, he swore that this Gadreel guy resembled him a little. Strong jaw, short, dark blonde, and green eyes…
"This is my mate, Gadreel." Anna's usually cool expression softened up just a little as she slid one arm around his back, holding his in place with her other.
It was a moment of uncertainty. Both Alphas were intimate with the Beta at some point, and the charge in the air told a story: they know. The battle between the Alpha wolves lasted for a few moment. Dean conceded, relinquishing his history with the Beta wholeheartedly—he was now completely committed to another Beta, promised to an Omega.
The two Alphas nodded in acknowledgement, the taller of the two bowing slightly out of reverence.
"Prince Dean, it is an honour to meet you, and a pleasure to serve you." Dean grimaced in his place, quickly unaccustomed to being addressed by his status.
"Thank you, but the title is unnecessary, and just out of precaution, I'm going by the name of Henry as I travel." Anna and Gadreel both nod in unison, almost a little creepily for the Prince's taste. "As for the money…"
Anna turned in her spot to look up at her mate, the height difference significant.
"Henry," eyes flicked to the side and back, "he's in need of some money, so he is pawning off some trinkets until he can repay us." Gadreel nodded in consideration before turning back to Dean.
"What is it that you would like for us to keep safe?" Dean pulled out the two items that he borrowed from "Jimmy's" pack. He figured, if the so-called-Beta was a thief, then he wouldn't be missing anything.
Placing the locket and bangle on the countertop, he pushed them over to the couple. Anna looked down at the locket, puzzled. Picking it up, she twisted it and turned it in her hand before attempting to open it. It was locked. Both Alphas looked at the red head as she scrutinized the locket.
"What is it, Anna?" The Beta looked up at her mate then back at Dean, confusion across her face.
"I swear… I recognize this from somewhere… I think Aunt Naomi might've had a similar one." Locket still in hand, the Beta looked down at the bangle, slowly nodding her head. "What did you say your partner's name was?"
Dean frowned, were his suspicions true?
"I didn't. But he calls himself Jimmy, and scent blocks to pass as a Beta. I don't even know who he is anymore."
Nodding silently, Anna picked up both items and looked at her Alpha mate, a silent conversation going between them.
"It's probably nothing, Dean… but where is your partner from?"
The Alpha was getting annoyed, his eyebrows twitching in aggravation. What did this have to do with anything?
"Enoch, I'm pretty sure. Judging from the lullabies." Anna sighed quietly, sniffing as she placed both items in a box behind her.
"Well, I'll keep them safe for now, but… Dean, be careful. If this person isn't who they say they are, who knows what they've been lying about." With that said, Anna pulled out a sack of money, handing it over to the Prince, knowing that he could pay it off in a blink of an eye. At the moment, this was what she could offer to aid his journey.
Dean nodded his thanks before hooking the bag of money to his belt. He turned to look at Lisa, her face pinched in concern.
"Thank you, the both of you. You don't realize how hard this has been… but judging from what just happened, I'm not the only one with problems."
Gadreel grimaced, his face set in what seemed like a permanent state of concern.
"Those two were asking for the unspeakable. I had to turn them away." Lisa snapped out of her thoughts, looking up at the mated Alpha.
"Who were they?"
Gadreel licked his lips, reaching down to hold his mate's hands.
"They go by the name of Walker and Kubrick. They're bounty hunters."
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Her eyes were encrusted with days-old sleep. Her muscles ached and her head pounded as she struggled to open her eyes. Her mouth was dry and her breath was stale.
Slowly opening up her eyes, she hadn't recognized what had happened. Slowly, Castielle pushed herself up, wincing at the pull of her unused limbs and the strain of her efforts making her head wound pound.
Sitting up correctly, the Omega reached up, flinching at the sewn wound as she, for the first time, breathed in a full breath without struggle.
Eye's blurry and unfocused, she could hear a rustle of fabric from her side.
"You're finally up." Castielle recognized the familiar voice, an ache in her chest.
"Now that you're awake, how about we talk a little business?"
This wasn't my best work, but I'm finally transitioning back to the main POVs.
I hope you guys enjoyed it, I sure as hell had fun writing with such excitement. I wrote out like.. almost 1.5k words on paper alone. (I carry my writing journal every where just in case.)
Anyways, I'm still working on new chapters, I feel like I owe these two you guys, especially those who have stuck with me.
I know the POVs are crazy, but some people were asking about perspective, but hopefully this sets up well for the next chapters.
I might come back and edit it, but for now, KUDOS and COMMENTS are surely welcome.
Thanks again for reading!
Peace out, bitches!
