The Tears of a Prince
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Hans really did wait for him the whole time. He stood outside his bathroom as if he had thought already that he would try to escape leaving him no way out. Philip tried to not think about it, make it seem like he wasn't bothered about what was going to happen but the truth was that while he took a shower, as the hot droplets landed on his body, numbing his tense muscles his body was shaking, his breathing unstable.
Without realizing it he punched the wall, breaking the fancy tiles of the hotel, the sound of them dropping in front of his naked feet covered by the loud sound of the water.
It was unbelievable really, how easily he could turn blind and reckless. How easily Kai affected his entire being, so much that he forgot about everything and jumped into his own grave. This was not like him, he never acted like that but all it took were a few kisses, just that to actually imprison his mind. Now he had to pay the price for not thinking. Reina and Mika had tried so hard all for it to go to waste because he had been too "happy", he thought and scoffed. It was ridiculous how dangerous this happiness could be.
He got dressed slowly, hoping for something to happen. A miracle maybe but no matter how much he stalled nothing changed. By the time he had opened his door he faced Hans again, looking at him with his usual unreadable expression, silent as he took him away from his room.
Accidentally he locked eyes with Reina, seeing the tears nest in the corners of her eyes and he tried to smile.
"I'm not going to war, relax." He told her, a poor attempt to not see her cry but she just turned her back on him, hiding her face. Mika had disappeared, Philip didn't blame him.
"I get it that you're in love." Hans whispered at him as they got out in the corridor, the lights dim as the night had fallen, no one walking around. "But be careful, you're not in love with just anyone." He said and the young werewolf sighed, not knowing what to say.
He remained silent, his mouth dry and a headache growing the more they approached Mikain's room. Hans knocked twice and the tall man appeared on the doorframe, instantly grabbing Philip in and shutting out his Beta. He looked as if he was about to be executed and he wasn't able to hide it.
"You do not look that happy" Mikain commented. He was wearing a deep red robe, tied on his waist and while Philip stood in the middle of the room he sat on his bed, crossing his legs and scanning him with his eyes.
"It's because I feel a bit unwell" Philip said, trying to keep the lying. Actually, it wasn't lying anymore. He felt like he would throw up at any minute, he closed his eyes trying to calm down when he heard Mikain laugh.
"They saw you, you know. Coming back from whenever you went. You looked pretty good." He told him and stood up. He got closer, grabbing his chin and raising his face so he would look at him. "I don't like lies but, since you're so good looking I will forgive you once. You know I appreciate beauty"
"Thank you, you are very kind" Philip said, sounding completely soulless. He was frozen, unable to even breathe as he felt Mikain get closer. His tanned fingertips traced his lips, making him shiver uncomfortably. His hand moved downwards, stopping on the place of his mark and without realizing Philip pushed his hand away.
"How come you have a tattoo?" Mikain asked him ignoring what he just did.
"I don't know. It just appeared one day. It's probably from my previous life." The werewolf said and Mikain touched it again. Philip's hands formed fists on his sides. He didn't know why but the worst place he could touch he felt it could be that one. It almost burned his skin and a frown formed on his face.
"Magic ink…" Mikain mumbled. "...orelse it would have healed. Don't look so dissatisfied. You make me feel bad." He told him but he had a very clear grin on his face. He was aware of how Philip felt, vulnerable, afraid and he was enjoying it. Bad was the last word that could describe his feelings.
His fingertips moved from the tattoo, giving him momentarily relief as they traced paths on top of his t-shirt and curled up at its hem. He pushed it up, taking it off of him and Philip's heart was beating so loudly. He felt so uncomfortable he believed he would cry.
Mikain's hands were warm against his shivering skin. He examined his abs, felt up every little part of his torso and his hands after he got bored found the button of his jeans.
Philip took in a short breath, making the Alpha chuckle. Mikain grabbed him from the buckles of his belt and threw him on the bed, making him land roughly on soft silk.
He unwrapped his robe and threw it on the floor, showing off his perfect body. Philip though did not find him the least attractive. He felt disgusted and his whole body was so tense the slightest move made him feel like an old robot. The werewolf tried not to cry, he didn't want to offer him another pleasure as he watched him head to one of his drawers. There was big furniture, made of dark wood and he opened the third drawer, getting out a black leather whip. Philip gulped, knowing this was not pleasurable at all.
"Can we...can we take it a bit slower?" He asked, afraid to even move and Mikain laughed loudly. As it seemed Philip was top tier entertainment to him.
"You're a man, act like one." He insulted him and Philip's eyes widened. What was that supposed to be? He should be fine with being tortured just because he was a man? He did not share the same logic, he did not even believe it was logical in the first place. He could not do anything about it though, not even argue. He gulped, wanting to get rid of the lump forming in his throat and stood up. His jeans fell ungracefully on the floor, heavy and wrinkly and he stepped out of them, exposed.
The carpet felt rough underneath his palms and knees and he tried to focus on that. The few specs of dust on it, some hairs. He tried not to think about what was to come.
He heard the sound of the whip rip the air and held in a breath. It landed brutally on his back and he groaned, biting his lips to not be loud.
"So what have we learned today?" Mikain asked him. "We don't lie to the Alpha." He said and brought the whip down again. "Are you sorry?" Mikain asked him but Philip didn't answer him. He wasn't sorry, why would he be sorry for the best day of his life, even if that was what followed. "Well then, if you don't want to answer." He continued to be annoyed.
He kept bringing the whip down on his skin, ripping it open and redoing it as it healed. Philip felt as if he would collapse. He had counted fifteen times by now, tears gathering in his eyes. "Are you sorry Philip?" Mikain asked him again but the young man didn't answer.
He heard the whip fall to the ground and he stole a glance of it. It was drenched in his own blood and smelled horribly. His eyes widened. Had he dipped it in wolfsbane? That was why it stinged so much, the wounds wouldn't heal.
"I'm starting to get impatient. I want to get to the fun part already." Mikain said and grabbed his hair, forcing him up. Philip could feel his blood dripping from the opened wounds.
"Now what should we do next?" Mikain caressed his cheek, roughly, pressing his fingertips on the skin of his cheeks and pushed him back down. "Seeing you all bloody has made me excited, why don't you take care of this?" He told him.
Philip couldn't do it. There was no way he could touch him willingly, he couldn't even find the strength to move his arms. Mikain pushed his face closer.
"Don't make me wait." He told him between gritted teeth and tears gathered in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." The young werewolf cried. "I'm really sorry. I won't ever lie to you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He begged while in tears. "Please, please…" he begged, breaking and losing every bit of pride he had. He felt horrible.
"Your chance to say you're sorry is gone." Mikain responded and grabbed his head.
"Please" Philip cried when a loud knock was heard on the door. His eyes widened relieved and Mikain pushed him back, making him fall on his injured back, he hissed feeling the pain.
He rushed to the door and from the small creak Philip noticed Hans.
"A certain coven is here to see you" Hans said and Philip felt as if he could breathe again. Mikain clocked his tongue annoyed and briefly looked at Philip.
"Get dressed and leave."
He was free.
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Chapter 70: 69
TW.
Hans really did wait for him the whole time. He stood outside his bathroom as if he had thought already that he would try to escape leaving him no way out. Philip tried to not think about it, make it seem like he wasn't bothered about what was going to happen but the truth was that while he took a shower, as the hot droplets landed on his body, numbing his tense muscles his body was shaking, his breathing unstable.
Without realizing it he punched the wall, breaking the fancy tiles of the hotel, the sound of them dropping in front of his naked feet covered by the loud sound of the water.
It was unbelievable really, how easily he could turn blind and reckless. How easily Kai affected his entire being, so much that he forgot about everything and jumped into his own grave. This was not like him, he never acted like that but all it took were a few kisses, just that to actually imprison his mind. Now he had to pay the price for not thinking. Reina and Mika had tried so hard all for it to go to waste because he had been too "happy", he thought and scoffed. It was ridiculous how dangerous this happiness could be.
He got dressed slowly, hoping for something to happen. A miracle maybe but no matter how much he stalled nothing changed. By the time he had opened his door he faced Hans again, looking at him with his usual unreadable expression, silent as he took him away from his room.
Accidentally he locked eyes with Reina, seeing the tears nest in the corners of her eyes and he tried to smile.
"I'm not going to war, relax." He told her, a poor attempt to not see her cry but she just turned her back on him, hiding her face. Mika had disappeared, Philip didn't blame him.
"I get it that you're in love." Hans whispered at him as they got out in the corridor, the lights dim as the night had fallen, no one walking around. "But be careful, you're not in love with just anyone." He said and the young werewolf sighed, not knowing what to say.
He remained silent, his mouth dry and a headache growing the more they approached Mikain's room. Hans knocked twice and the tall man appeared on the doorframe, instantly grabbing Philip in and shutting out his Beta. He looked as if he was about to be executed and he wasn't able to hide it.
"You do not look that happy" Mikain commented. He was wearing a deep red robe, tied on his waist and while Philip stood in the middle of the room he sat on his bed, crossing his legs and scanning him with his eyes.
"It's because I feel a bit unwell" Philip said, trying to keep the lying. Actually, it wasn't lying anymore. He felt like he would throw up at any minute, he closed his eyes trying to calm down when he heard Mikain laugh.
"They saw you, you know. Coming back from whenever you went. You looked pretty good." He told him and stood up. He got closer, grabbing his chin and raising his face so he would look at him. "I don't like lies but, since you're so good looking I will forgive you once. You know I appreciate beauty"
"Thank you, you are very kind" Philip said, sounding completely soulless. He was frozen, unable to even breathe as he felt Mikain get closer. His tanned fingertips traced his lips, making him shiver uncomfortably. His hand moved downwards, stopping on the place of his mark and without realizing Philip pushed his hand away.
"How come you have a tattoo?" Mikain asked him ignoring what he just did.
"I don't know. It just appeared one day. It's probably from my previous life." The werewolf said and Mikain touched it again. Philip's hands formed fists on his sides. He didn't know why but the worst place he could touch he felt it could be that one. It almost burned his skin and a frown formed on his face.
"Magic ink…" Mikain mumbled. "...orelse it would have healed. Don't look so dissatisfied. You make me feel bad." He told him but he had a very clear grin on his face. He was aware of how Philip felt, vulnerable, afraid and he was enjoying it. Bad was the last word that could describe his feelings.
His fingertips moved from the tattoo, giving him momentarily relief as they traced paths on top of his t-shirt and curled up at its hem. He pushed it up, taking it off of him and Philip's heart was beating so loudly. He felt so uncomfortable he believed he would cry.
Mikain's hands were warm against his shivering skin. He examined his abs, felt up every little part of his torso and his hands after he got bored found the button of his jeans.
Philip took in a short breath, making the Alpha chuckle. Mikain grabbed him from the buckles of his belt and threw him on the bed, making him land roughly on soft silk.
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"Take off your pants and fall on the floor." Mikain told him, excitement in his dark eyes."Can we...can we take it a bit slower?" He asked, afraid to even move and Mikain laughed loudly. As it seemed Philip was top tier entertainment to him.
"You're a man, act like one." He insulted him and Philip's eyes widened. What was that supposed to be? He should be fine with being tortured just because he was a man? He did not share the same logic, he did not even believe it was logical in the first place. He could not do anything about it though, not even argue. He gulped, wanting to get rid of the lump forming in his throat and stood up. His jeans fell ungracefully on the floor, heavy and wrinkly and he stepped out of them, exposed.
The carpet felt rough underneath his palms and knees and he tried to focus on that. The few specs of dust on it, some hairs. He tried not to think about what was to come.
He heard the sound of the whip rip the air and held in a breath. It landed brutally on his back and he groaned, biting his lips to not be loud.
"So what have we learned today?" Mikain asked him. "We don't lie to the Alpha." He said and brought the whip down again. "Are you sorry?" Mikain asked him but Philip didn't answer him. He wasn't sorry, why would he be sorry for the best day of his life, even if that was what followed. "Well then, if you don't want to answer." He continued to be annoyed.
He kept bringing the whip down on his skin, ripping it open and redoing it as it healed. Philip felt as if he would collapse. He had counted fifteen times by now, tears gathering in his eyes. "Are you sorry Philip?" Mikain asked him again but the young man didn't answer.
He heard the whip fall to the ground and he stole a glance of it. It was drenched in his own blood and smelled horribly. His eyes widened. Had he dipped it in wolfsbane? That was why it stinged so much, the wounds wouldn't heal.
"I'm starting to get impatient. I want to get to the fun part already." Mikain said and grabbed his hair, forcing him up. Philip could feel his blood dripping from the opened wounds.
"Now what should we do next?" Mikain caressed his cheek, roughly, pressing his fingertips on the skin of his cheeks and pushed him back down. "Seeing you all bloody has made me excited, why don't you take care of this?" He told him.
Philip couldn't do it. There was no way he could touch him willingly, he couldn't even find the strength to move his arms. Mikain pushed his face closer.
"Don't make me wait." He told him between gritted teeth and tears gathered in his eyes.
"I'm sorry." The young werewolf cried. "I'm really sorry. I won't ever lie to you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He begged while in tears. "Please, please…" he begged, breaking and losing every bit of pride he had. He felt horrible.
"Your chance to say you're sorry is gone." Mikain responded and grabbed his head.
"Please" Philip cried when a loud knock was heard on the door. His eyes widened relieved and Mikain pushed him back, making him fall on his injured back, he hissed feeling the pain.
He rushed to the door and from the small creak Philip noticed Hans.
"A certain coven is here to see you" Hans said and Philip felt as if he could breathe again. Mikain clocked his tongue annoyed and briefly looked at Philip.
"Get dressed and leave."
He was free.
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