Tylant wolf

Chapter six

Princes P.O.V

I walked back to my office quietly. Guards bowed in my direction and as usual I paid then no attention and continued my journey.

The female's all stared and a few giggled whispering to one another when they saw me. The men all avoided eye contact but a few who quickly ran to help me in anyway they could.

I flicked them off with my wrist and continued walking to my office.

My knuckles stung badly and I felt the skin form back together slowly, not as quickly because of who I had beaten. Oh Chloe.

The image of her screaming and trying to scramble away was imprinted in my mind now, my mother dying fighting to remain the dominant memory. The one with Chloe was to fresh and new making my knees weak.

Her beaten face came into view, the swollen lip, the bloody eye. How with each hit I sent, more pain was directed to me than her, how with each punch I didn't put nearly enough strength as my normal blows. I went to weak on her.

I opened my office door quickly and ran over behind the large mahogany desk, papers scattered all above and around. My phone was ringing constantly but I ignored it and went over to the tube tester I had.

I stood waiting for the results, my heart pounding lightly in my chest.

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I let out a huge breath of relief and a smile took over my face. I'm back. As if knowing this information now, I can feel how much power full I've gotten with gaining the Tylant back in me.

I sat on my chair and did a little spin on it feeling very pleased with myself.

The phone rang again and I picked it up with a large smile on my face. "Winchester here."

"Why hello Winchester." The cold voice dripped over the phone.

My smile instantly dropped and I growled lightly into the phone. I heard him chuckle. "Ah, the ol'growl. So scared!" He chuckled more and I bit down on my tongue hard.

"What do you want Monroe." I felt my words come out vile and it burned bringing up his name.

"Can't I just call and catch up with you!" He said with fake enthusiasm. I growled louder this time and I heard him chuckle again.

"Okay okay, so maybe, just maybe, I have a specific reason to call you Peter." His voice was wicked and I could hear the slight hiss in it. "Word on the street is your little mate has come a-knockin."

I closed my eyes tightly. My blood was boiling and oozing an amount or rage right now and I felt like I couldn't spit out these next words to him without crushing my phone with my hand. "Yes."

He clapped delightfully. "Oh that's fantastic! So happy for the two of you, so how long till you fall in love with her?"

"I won't." I felt my nails start to grow and become sharp, my teeth becoming sharper.

"Huh, your daddy said the same thing, he fell so in love with her he beat her to death." I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke and laced me with the addictive drugs of his words.

"How about you Vincent, what about your mate. Have to get one eventually, unless she's already dead." I mocked innocently.