Chris straightened, a false bravado he didn’t want to portray made his back ramrod straight. “I understand.” He surged ahead, partly wanting to put a distance he knew he’d never achieve… After all, Jaxson was a guard, and he a prince A SUV pulled up and upon the passenger door opening to show Trey, Chris didn’t hesitate to open the back door and settle himself in the leather. He kept his gaze to the front, not wanting to see the looks, not wanting any questions. “I wish to go back to Royal Packland, my tour has finished,” he stated formally.“Very well, My Prince,” Callum replied, slipping the car smoothly from the pavement.  The car stayed in a desolate silence. No-one seemingly wishing to speak about what had happened. Ch

 The door opened and he hoped it was the nice man. He really hoped it was the nice man. He scuttled back seeing the large older man, he had a mean grin. He didn’t pretend to kick him like the nice man. “Your sister hurt the Alpha. You pay.” Chris shook his head wildly. He knew what pay meant… they all said it. He was too weak to move out the way fast enough. His jaw exploded in pain, disgusting copper filled his mouth. “I’m a good boy.” “But your sister’s a bitch.” He shook his head but stopped, everything seemed to hurt when he moved his head. “Please!” he cried

Chris snuggled deeper into the warmth surrounding him, he’d never felt so blissful in years, never slept so soundly and uninterrupted. He stretched, finding he couldn’t. He frowned, still half asleep. He didn’t feel ready for his eyes to open, but his nose instinctively nuzzled, the addictive sweet and smokey smell alerted him to why he felt so secure.  Security. That hadn’t been something he’d felt for a long time. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this safe, this relaxed. He hadn’t even noticed he was lying on a hard dirt floor. Hadn’t noticed the chill in the air. The body next to him was wrapping him in so much heat, so much relief. His eyes shot open. He was still in the cell. He wrestled out of Jaxson’s hold, looking wildly around to see if anyone was watching

Jaxson rested against the edge of the cot, his backside numbing against the cold floor. He didn’t know how long it had been since Chris left. He wasn’t sure how they’d fallen asleep, apart from it felt right… so right.  He scrubbed a hand down his face, the surprise of seeing one of the Royal Gammas on the other side of the bars had been a bit of a wake up call. He couldn’t let his guard down. But the idea of being stuck, locked away, alone, held little appeal.  Would the alternative be any better? Would there be any extra leniency? If there weren’t, he’d place them both in danger and he’d still be thrown in the cells and stripped of his rank. He’d wor

 Gamma Jesse gestured to a crate in the small storage room before he sat on another. “You can admit it, you know,” Gamma Jesse announced.“Admit what?” Jaxson replied, a little too sharply. The Royal Gamma sighed, running a hand through his sandy hair. “Who do I live with, Jax?” Jaxson frowned, looking at his superior. As far as he knew, he lived alone. “I… I’ll admit, I don’t know.” “I could live in the castle, I don’t. I live on the outskirts, far from prying eyes. Why?”Why was he asking him all these questions? It wasn’t something he’d ever thou