SWORN TO THE ALPHA KING

[53.1] HUNTER SILVON VERIDIAN

[SILVER RAYNE WILLIAMS]

ONE WOULD THINK that after my rattle with Lady Elise, the morning's surprises for my sake should be over. That I should be given a moment of peace, even just for a half hour, as I go see my sister.

But no.

Fate shames any sliver of peace that comes my way.
Kills it with a double-edged sword, and presents me with trouble instead.

I stare at Hunter as I descend the stairs. He is talking to a red guard down below.

At least he is distracted. I may be able to slip by undetected.

I have no notable hate for the boy, truly, but is it wrong that I sometimes don't want to be around him?

Does that mean I resent him?

Our last interaction revealed many things. I didn't hate him as much as I thought.

I brush these thoughts off, praying instead that I can simply slip by.

It feels awkward when I am around him. I have nothing to hate him for, if not that his father is a beast and he is a fang. Still, I don't think I can say I like him either.

From the corner of my eye, I watch the red guard salute and leave his presence. The young Prince watches the guard leave for a moment too long and visibly sighs, his eyes falling to the ground where he seems to stare at his feet for a couple of seconds.

My eyebrows arch at this, but I look away when he looks upwards and catches me staring.

He now stands at his full height. Shorter than me, yes, but still I know in a year I will not have that victory. His green eyes watch me descend the stairs.

Shit. His waiting.

Waiting for me.

"Leave. Please just leave. Come on, Just go," I hiss lowly between my teeth.

But he places his hand behind his back, now watching quite openly.

I curse beneath my breath as I find the ground. If only the front door wasn't in his direction and two feet away from him, I would have spun the other way and walked out of the door.

Unfortunately, like I said, Fate murders my peace each time it's reborn.

"Silver," He grins, his green eyes sparkling, a boyish grin dawning on his face, "I-we haven't talked since the Gathering."

I nod, and I smile.

It is dull and forced but I feel I should. Unfortunately- I mean. He is my.... my brother.

How strange. No. He is not. Brother is just a formality. We are as far from siblings as possible.

My throat runs dry.

"Yes. Since the Race.." I trail off.

Silence settles between us, and my gaze shifts to the door. Only two feet away. I just needed to move two feet away from this awkward conversation.

"I'm uh- I'm glad you enjoyed the bacon," he hints.

I pause. Bacon? Oh.. Breakfast.

"Yes," I nod my head, though farther away from the conversation than earlier, "Very uh-tasty."

He smiles, "It's my favorite, it's not breakfast without at least three plates of bacon," he adds, this time his smile widens.

Oh, yes. He's a wolf. Wolves love meat. Lord Bane, equals Hunter.