Chapter 3: Chapter three
The prince was given a grand welcome in the mansion. All the servants rushed out of the house and stood in a straight line to welcome her. They showered him with flowers as he walked past them.
Tyrone walked into the house looking for his father, he rushed past the corridors tracking his scent in the air. Pushing the doors open he entered his father's office. He was surprised to find that he was not in the room.
He turned around to leave. "Are you going to leave without saying a word?" he heard a female voice ask him from the room.
"Who is there?" he asked walking back into the room.
"Emilia, you can call me Emilia," a teenage girl said coming out from the balcony of the office.
"Never gonna happen," the prince said walking out of the room. "My room?" he asked the maid he met in the corridor.
"Certainly," the maid said and led him upstairs to his room. He was tired and smelled like the forest, he could still smell the blood of the fox that he ate for breakfast.
He walked into the room and went straight for a shower. He closed his eyes and let the water flow down his body. It was refreshing and soothing to his heart.
'He us coming,' his inner demon screamed in his head causing him to open his eyes. His eyes were red and his nails grew longer in the bathroom. He could feel his mate was nearing him and it troubled him.
The thought of meeting his mate has often terrified him since he was a child. The thought of losing control was scary, just a mare thought of his mate and his body reacted by transforming. He wasn't sure what would happen if his mate did come to him.
Would he be able to accept someone who was chosen for him by the moon or break the bond that they share? He was confused over this matter and his father was also nowhere to be seen.
It was his birthday today and that was why he got crowned the previous day. He had only one wish, to get a helicopter. He had everything that he could ever need back in the castle except for a helicopter.
His father had told him so much of a helicopter and even had one himself so he too wished to poses this flying machine. He got out of the shower, his soft skin was wet with water.
"Hot," he heard coming from the door and turned his head to see who it was. The girl from his father's office stood by the door watching him. He was not covered with any piece of cloth or a towel. He stood naked before her and she watched him like he was her prey.
"If you are done watching me then leave," the prince said in an uncaring voice.
He walked slowly out of the bathroom and returned to his bedroom. His clothes had already been set by the bed for him to wear.
"Aren't you in the least bother by my stare?" Emilia asked him. It was odd that he neither acted shy nor try to cover himself. His behavior was as though he could care less if she saw him without clothes.
"Why should it. Who are you for me to care," the prince said and reached for his gloves? They were the first thing he won't before putting on anything else. They were his protection especially when his demon had warned him that his mate is coming soon.
"I am the girl bold enough t.."
Ty held her hands stopping her from touching his skin. He was glad that he had put on his gloves or things would have gone worse.
"Refrain from ever touching me if you value your life. I don't mind killing you for such a mistake," he said letting go of her hand. She needed to never touch him, he hated being touched except his father and his butler.
Even so, the two only touched him when necessary, they knew their limits and didn't cross them.
"Don't act so innocent," Emilia said in a seductive voice. "I know you want to kiss me," she added.
Tyrone went back to getting dressed and ignored her. Emilia wasn't offended, she has heard so much of the prince of Xeris. He was a weird boy with weird rules, he hated being touched. He preferred to be alone most times of the day, was brilliant at studies and for some reason has never been caught transforming into his werewolf form.
It is rumored that he hates being a werewolf and has vowed never to embrace this side of himself.
"Alright, you must be tired from your trip take some rest," she said to him and went to exit the door.
"Wait," the prince called out to her. "I want to see my father's helicopter," he instructed.
He finished getting ready and together they walked out of the room. They walked down the stairs to go out when suddenly they heard a noise outside. It sounded like chants for the king.
"Father," the prince said when his father came into his view.
"My darling," the king called out and rushed to him pulling him into a tight hug. "Happy eighteenth birthday," he added and kissed him on the cheek.
"Not just in words, I want a gift," the prince spoke breaking the hug. He moved back and raised his hand to his father to receive his gift.
"You nearly got killed but you are still a brat," the king let out. "But fine, it is your birthday so I suppose you do have a right to demand a gift from the king," he added clapping his hands twice in the air.
The servants walked in with pushing a big box along with them. Tyrone excitedly waited for his gift, he has never seen a helicopter before so he assumed it was in the box. The servants brought the box to him and kept it in front of him.
"Open it," his father said.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone