Champ's POV
"Deux?!"
There he was, standing at my doorstep, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed like someone had just insulted his entire bloodline. He was glaring at me like I owed him money—and knowing him, he'd probably charge interest just for making him wait.
And yet, I was the one confused here.
"How the hell did you even find my house?!" I blurted out.
Deux just scoffed, unimpressed. "You think you can hide from me, idiot?"
Oh, idiot am I?
I smiled at him, but in my head, I was already chopping him into tiny, bite-sized pieces!
If anyone was the idiot here, it was him—with that tiny little pea brain rolling around his thick skull like a loose marble.
He rolled his eyes, shifting his weight like he was already losing patience. "Well? Are you gonna let me in or not? I wasn't even going to come, but you insisted."
Excuse me?! I insisted?!
All I did was casually invite him! I didn't drag him here by the ears!
Also, let's not forget the real mystery here—how did he even find my house?!
I sighed dramatically, stepping aside like a true gentleman. "Come in, Alpha Prince. Make yourself at home." I nearly rolled out a red carpet just to complete the sarcasm.
Deux muttered something under his breath and shook his head, as if I was the problem here!
As I shut the door behind him, we made our way to the living area where the others were.
"You're drinking?" Deux asked, voice dripping with judgment.
"Ah, this?" I raised my bottle and twirled it for dramatic effect. "I did tell you there was a party."
He sighed. And shook his head. Again. Was this his favorite activity or something?
"Anyway," I grinned, "why did you come? Did you made up your mind and you want to take my home as your territory?"
"Are you trying to piss me off, Champ?"
"Relax! I'm just messing with you!" I laughed, waving him off. "But really, what made you change your mind? I thought socializing wasn't your thing?"
Deux hesitated for five whole seconds. (Yes, I counted.)
"I'm just here to get my coat. The one I lent you earlier." His voice was flat, serious. "I'll leave right after. No reason for me to stick around."
Oh? I smirked. "And here I thought you were finally warming up to us!"
"Shut up and get my coat."
"Fine, fine. You wait while I grab it."
"Don't make me wait for too long or else you'll get it."
We finally stepped into the living room, where all hell immediately broke loose.
The moment Deux appeared beside me, time froze.
Jiggs, who had been dramatically twirling on top of the table like some kind of discount ballerina, immediately stopped mid-spin.
"MASTER DEUX?!" Jiggs yelped, nearly toppling over.
The four Beta males—who had been draped over the furniture like sleepy cats—suddenly snapped to attention, forming what they thought was an intimidating battle stance. Spoiler alert: It was not.
"What are you doing in Master Champ's territory?!" Marsh demanded.
"Are you here to attack and steal Master Champ's territory while we're drunk?!" Daryl accused.
"I thought you fought fair!" Martin added.
"WE WILL NEVER BACK DOWN!" Gem declared, chest puffed up like he was about to single-handedly defend my entire legacy.
I turned to look at Deux, who now looked like he regretted every single life decision that had led him to this moment.
And honestly? I couldn't blame him.
These guys were trying to be all tough and warrior-like, but their 'formation' was... pitiful. They were swaying on their feet, blinking like their heads were still catching up to reality, and looking one wrong move away from collapsing into a heap of regret and bad choices.
Deux pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. "Do you want me to actually fight you?"
And just like that, an epic battle of words broke out, as if they were kindergarteners fighting over who got the bigger cookie.
I had to put an end to this before my brain melted.
"EVERYONE, SHUT UP!" I shouted.
Silence.
I pointed at Deux. "He's just here to get his coat. He'll be gone in a minute. No one is fighting, no one is stealing territory, and there will be no bloodshed in my house!"
I narrowed my eyes at the four Beta males and Jiggs. "Sit."
They immediately collapsed onto the giant couch like obedient puppies. Even Jiggs, who had been vibrating with nervous energy, zipped his lips and sat still.
That just left Deux, who was still standing, arms crossed, looking exactly like he wanted to fight someone.
I leveled him with a look. "Sit."
He raised an eyebrow. "Are you ordering me?"
"Sit."
He shot me a glare. I glared right back.
And then, with the biggest show of dramatic irritation I'd ever seen, Deux plopped onto the couch opposite Jiggs and the others, sprawling out like he owned the place—legs spread wide, both arms on the armrests like some kind of brooding mafia boss.
I sighed, pleased.
"Good. Now that everyone has calmed down, let me remind you one more time—this is my house, so I make the rules."
But inside? Inside, I was celebrating.
I just made Deux sit down. Deux. The infamously arrogant, self-important Alpha Prince. And he actually listened to me!
Who was the boss here? ME.
Jiggs, who just minutes ago had been performing an interpretative dance routine, was now sitting completely still, his lips pressed together in fear. He hadn't said a word since Deux sat down.
And let me tell you—I was dying trying not to laugh.
I needed to keep my serious, strict image intact. Couldn't have them thinking I'd gone soft.
So I cleared my throat. "Wait here, Deux. I'll go get your coat."
He nodded once, and I turned to leave.
But before I stepped out, I threw one last command over my shoulder.
"No one starts a fight while I'm gone."
And with that, I left for my room, grinning to myself.
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...
...
When I returned to the living room, I was genuinely surprised.
No one had started a fight.
Not only that, but they hadn't even moved from their spots. It was almost... peaceful.
But what really cracked me up was how the four Beta males were watching Deux like he was a ticking time bomb.
Every time he takes a deep breath, they become tensed. If he shifted even slightly, they flinched. It was like they were expecting him to lunge at them at any second.
I shook my head, holding back a laugh.
I walked over to Deux and handed him his coat.
"Here. Your royal cloak, my liege," I said, bowing dramatically.
He snatched it from me, put it on, and—surprisingly—did not leave.
I raised an eyebrow at him. Why is he still here?
"...Well?" I prompted.
Deux glared. "What?"
What? What do you mean what?!
I sighed. "Aren't you leaving now?"
Instead of answering, he leaned back in his seat and glanced around, looking way too comfortable for someone who claimed he had no intention of staying.
"I thought there was food," he muttered.
I blinked. "Wait... that's why you're still here? You are waiting for food?"
He crossed his arms. "You did say there was food."
I scratched my head. "Yeah, well... Jiggs and the guys ate all of it. But don't worry! I ordered pizza."
His eyes widened in pure, unfiltered horror.
"I don't want pizza," he said, sounding personally offended. "You'd expect me to eat a mere pizza? Me, a royal prince?"
And that was all it took for the Beta males to lose their minds.
"Master Champ went through all this trouble, and you're complaining?!" Marsh barked.
"Yeah! You ungrateful brat!" Gem snapped.
"Do you even realize how much effort Master Champ put into this?!" Martin added.
"HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT MASTER CHAMP?!" Daryl shouted.
Jiggs, on the other hand, wanted to say something, but he kept opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. He was so terrified of Deux that his words physically refused to leave his body.
Deux stared at him, waiting expectantly.
Jiggs gulped.
And then? He just shut his mouth and looked away.
Deux ignored all of them and turned back to me, like they weren't even there.
"You're not feeding me pizza," he declared.
I sighed. "Fine. What do you want?"
He smirked. "I'll leave that up to you. You invited me here, you figure out what to feed me."
This arrogant piece of—!
I swear, it would've been so much easier if he had just left!
Why is he even still here?!
I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Fine. Just sit there and wait. And when the pizza arrives, you go get it."
"Me?!" He pointed at himself like I'd just suggested he commit treason.
"Yes. You."
And without giving him a chance to argue, I marched straight to the kitchen.
Now. What do you feed an arrogant, picky, pain-in-the-ass Alpha Prince?
I scanned the kitchen. I had honey, soy sauce, garlic, chili flakes, beef strips, sesame seeds, cilantro, and vinegar.
My lips curled into a grin.
Oh, I know exactly what to make him.
Some Time Later...
When I walked back into the living room, carrying a steaming plate of food, I was met with the most hilarious sight.
The room was still eerily quiet.
Deux was holding the pizza box like it was his personal property, glaring at me like he wanted to throw it at my face.
"I got the pizza," he grumbled. "Now, where's my food?"
"Wow, thanks for your willing cooperation," I said sarcastically as I set the dish down in front of him.
The second I did, his attention immediately snapped to the bowl.
The Beta males, who had been watching like starving wolves, visibly perked up.
"Wow! That smells amazing, Master Champ!" Marsh said, eyes sparkling.
"I'm drooling," Gem muttered.
"Can we have some too?" Martin asked eagerly.
"What's it called, Master Champ?" Daryl added.
"Proudly presenting... Spicy Garlic Honey Soy Beef Noodles!" I announced.
I smirked at Deux. "I made this specifically for you."
"I didn't know Alpha males like you could cook. How interesting?" He raised an eyebrow. "And what is that supposed to mean that this is made specially for me like you are mocking me?"
"Well," I said, "it's spicy, because you're a hot-headed, arrogant show-off."
His eye twitched. "I am not arrogant."
I ignored him. "It's got honey, because every now and then, you show a tiny bit of kindness."
"I DO NOT—"
"Shh. I'm not done." I grinned. "And the garlic? That's just because I like garlic."
Deux narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
"Hmm," he muttered, acting unimpressed.
This ungrateful—!
"Wait—what about us, Champ?!" Jiggs whined, pouting.
"You guys ate all the food earlier!" I snapped. "Eat the damn pizza!"
"But—"
Jiggs pointed at Deux, looking betrayed.
"He's hoarding the pizza!"
I turned. And sure enough, Deux was still clutching the pizza box like his life depended on it.
"Deux!" I scolded.
He scoffed. "Fine."
And without even looking, he tossed the pizza box onto the table—like he was grudgingly sharing his toys with preschoolers.
This spoiled brat.
I took a deep breath. "Alright, Your Highness. Can you please eat the food now? So you can finally leave?"
He smirked. "Why? Am I bothering you?"
"Yes. Tremendously."
He chuckled but still didn't eat. Instead, he stared at me expectantly.
I frowned. "What now?"
He raised an eyebrow. "You expect me to eat just this?"
I blinked. "What's wrong with it?"
"Where's my napkin? My drink? My cutlery?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "Is this how you treat a guest? Especially like me, a prince? How rude."
I clenched my jaw and smiled through my frustration.
"One moment, Your Majesty."
And as I stomped off to fetch his precious napkin, cutlery and drink, I swore to myself—
Never. Inviting. This guy. Again.
...
Once I had gathered everything he so generously demanded, I set it in front of him with an exaggerated bow.
"Anything else, Your Majesty?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Deux inspected his utensils, the food, the napkin, the drink, and the bottle of alcohol I so kindly included. He nodded, seemingly satisfied.
"No, that's all," he replied seriously.
"Wow. Thanks for your overwhelming gratitude," I shot back.
And now, the moment of truth.
I watched as he sniffed the dish. Would he like it? Would he criticize it? Would he spit it out and declare me an unworthy chef?
He took his spoon, scooped up some broth, blew on it lightly, and sipped.
His eyes widened.
And then—without a single word—he devoured the food like a starving beast!
I blinked.
The man was inhaling it.
I guess that meant he liked it?
Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Jiggs and the four Beta males clutched their pizza, staring at Deux with envy. Their eyes practically screamed: We want that too.
Sorry, guys. This is what happens when you eat all the food before I can even serve it.
After he finished, Deux reached for the bottle of alcohol and chugged it in one go.
"Well?" I asked, grinning. "How was it?"
"It was... decent."
Decent?! DECENT?!
The man just destroyed the entire bowl in record time, and all he could say was decent?!
"It was decent for someone as hungry as me," he continued, wiping his mouth. "I've had better."
This... this ungrateful Alpha Prince!!!
I clenched my fists.
Breathe, Champ. Breathe.
For the love of all things holy, just leave already!
But no. Of course, he didn't.
Instead, he leaned back and smirked.
"You're really in a rush to get rid of me, huh?"
"Noooo," I lied through my teeth. "Stay as long as you want!"
"Good. Because I wasn't planning on leaving yet," he said smugly.
Internally, I was pulling my own hair out. Didn't he say he wouldn't stay long?!
"Fine. If you're sticking around, then just relax. If you want more drinks, just let me know," I muttered.
Deux, the absolute menace that he was, immediately grabbed the empty bottle and slammed it down on the table.
"Get me another one," he ordered.
I smiled. But in my mind? I was throwing him out the window.
Instead of arguing, I went to the kitchen and grabbed an entire bucket of beer. At this rate, I might as well prepare for a drinking contest.
...
When I returned, nothing had changed.
The room was still split into two groups—Deux, sitting like an arrogant king with his legs crossed, sipping his drink like he owned the place... and the Beta males with Jiggs, shifting nervously, barely moving a muscle.
And there I was, stuck in the middle, watching them like a referee in a match no one wanted to start.
I sighed loudly. "So? Are we just gonna sit here and stare at each other all night?"
No response. Deux took another sip. The Betas avoided eye contact.
Oh, for crying out loud—this wasn't a party, this was torture.
Then, out of nowhere, Deux asked a question.
"This party. Why are you having it?"
I blinked. "Because... I wanted to?"
He exhaled sharply and shook his head, like that answer personally disappointed him.
Then he turned to me with a more serious look.
"Since you started your Alpha Clan... have you recruited anyone else? Have you conquered any territories?"
"Ah... um..." I scratched the back of my head, laughing nervously. "Not exactly."
Deux sighed so deeply, you'd think he was the one embarrassed.
But his words got me thinking.
"Actually... that's why I called everyone here," I admitted. "I wanted to discuss it. Since you brought it up, I was hoping you could... I don't know, help me figure out how to start?"
Deux looked deeply offended.
"You're asking me for advice?!"
"Yes! Just some tips!" I quickly defended myself.
"You truly have no future," he muttered, shaking his head. "Fine. Since you fed me mediocre food and served me, I suppose I'll repay you... with wisdom."
Immediately, everyone sat up, fully attentive.
Even Jiggs—who literally had no spine when it came to Deux—somehow had a pen and paper ready.
Where did he even get those?!
"First," Deux began, "if you want to expand your territory, you need to study the land."
Everyone leaned in.
"Get a map. Pick a location. Find out if an Alpha already controls it. If not, lucky you. But if another Alpha Clan wants it... be prepared to fight for it."
I nodded. "Got it."
"If you want to conquer an existing territory, that's even better. Defeat an Alpha Leader, and their entire clan—including their Beta males—will follow you."
My eyes lit up. "Wait, so if I beat an Alpha Leader, I can command them?"
"Exactly. But it won't be easy," Deux warned. "If you challenge an Alpha and lose, you become their subordinate."
I swallowed. "Yikes. Noted."
Deux gestured toward my group. "With only five—let's be honest, four—capable Beta males, your chances of success are slim."
Jiggs gasped. "I'm the one you're counting out, aren't I?!"
Deux didn't even look at him. "Obviously."
Jiggs immediately hid behind his notepad.
I sighed. "Don't underestimate my team, Deux."
"I'm just stating facts. You will need more than brute force. You need strategy. A plan that ensures your victory, no matter what happens."
I nodded, absorbing every word.
"How many territories have you conquered?" I asked.
Deux shrugged. "Ninety-eight."
Silence.
Then—
"NINETY-EIGHT?!" We all screamed.
"How are we supposed to compete with that?!" I cried.
Deux smirked. "You can't. If you challenged me, I could take all of you down alone."
I clenched my jaw. Smug bastard.
But before I could respond, Deux suddenly dropped a bombshell.
"There's a competition happening in a month," he said.
My ears perked up. "What kind of competition?"
"The Alpha Territory Treasure Hunt," he said. "Clans from all over will fight for a new territory—one that could make a clan stronger. The competitors will be fierce."
I exchanged looks with my team.
Jiggs, of all people, looked thrilled.
"Let's join!" he shouted.
Deux's expression darkened. "It's not just some game," he warned. "It's dangerous. Some Alphas won't hesitate to kill."
The room fell silent.
For the first time, I hesitated.
Could I really do this? Was I strong enough to lead my clan?
I glanced at my Betas.
Jiggs met my eyes, filled with unwavering faith. "We have to do this, Champ."
I took a deep breath. "Are you all sure?"
Marsh grinned. "We believe in you, Master Champ."
Daryl nodded. "We'll do whatever it takes."
Gem pumped his fist. "We'll make you proud!"
Martin smirked. "We trust you."
Their determination filled me with confidence.
And I knew, in that moment—
We were going to win.
Deux let out a long sigh, shaking his head in pure disappointment.
"This is the most dramatic Alpha Clan I've ever seen," he muttered, rubbing his temples as if our very existence was giving him a headache. Then, turning to me with an exasperated look, he added, "If you're really joining this competition, just make sure you're in top condition, Champ. Don't give me a headache."
I smirked, puffing out my chest. "Don't worry about me, Deux! Didn't you say an Alpha shouldn't be concerned about another Alpha?"
He tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling like he was questioning his entire life. Then, with a smirk and a shake of his head, he took another sip of his drink.
I glanced at Jiggs and the Beta males, who were now huddled together, excitedly whispering battle strategies like we were going to war tomorrow.
Inside, I wondered—do we really have a chance?
Can we actually stand against other Alpha Clans?
This was going to take serious preparation.
But no matter what—we'd find a way.
I took a deep breath, downed the rest of my drink, and let the challenge settle in my bones.
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...
By the time the night ended, Jiggs and the Beta males had already left.
Which meant it was finally time to kick Deux out.
Or so I thought.
Because when I turned around...
There. He. Was.
Sleeping.
"Are you kidding me?" I muttered, standing over him, arms crossed.
Deux was slumped against the sofa, head tilted back, lips slightly parted, breathing softly like he had no cares in the world.
I narrowed my eyes.
"You said you'd leave immediately," I grumbled, poking his shoulder. "And yet, here you are—drunk and dead asleep on my couch."
I stared at his face.
And, well.
I hated to admit it, but he actually looked... peaceful?
Not the usual arrogant, smug, pain-in-the-ass Deux. But... softer. Almost—almost—nice.
Ugh. Whatever.
I nudged him again. "Deux. Wake up."
Nothing.
"Deux! If you don't leave now, your dad's gonna think you ran away," I tried again. "Imagine—'The Alpha Prince Has Fled the Kingdom'—it'd be huge news."
Still nothing.
I clenched my jaw. "You're seriously claiming my house as your territory, aren't you?"
He didn't respond.
I sighed and rubbed my face.
Fine. If he wasn't gonna wake up, I'd clean up first. Maybe by the time I was done, he'd finally wake up and go home.
After washing the dishes, tidying up the living room, and even showering to get rid of the sticky alcohol feeling...
I returned to the living room.
And what did I find?
An empty couch.
I blinked.
"Did he finally leave?" I muttered, glancing around. "Wow. He didn't even say goodbye—"
(Sniff.)
Wait.
Why did it still smell like Deux in here?
Was it just because he'd been here too long, or—
Oh no.
I froze.
A sense of dread crept over me.
And with a sinking feeling in my chest, I turned toward my bedroom.
I pushed the door open—
And nearly screamed.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
There he was.
Deux.
Sprawled out on MY BED.
And not just lying there.
Oh, no.
He had the audacity—the nerve—to lay on his stomach, arms and legs stretched out like he owned the damn thing.
He was dead asleep, absolutely comfortable, like this was his room, his bed, his everything!
"You have got to be kidding me," I hissed.
I stomped over and grabbed his arm, attempting to drag him off.
I failed.
Miserably.
The guy weighed a damn ton.
I tugged harder. Nothing.
"Get off my bed!" I growled, yanking at his shoulder. "Deux, you're not a boulder, move!"
Still.
Nothing.
The absolute audacity of this man.
I shouted at the ceiling. "YOU CAN HAVE MY HOUSE! CAN I AT LEAST HAVE MY BED?!"
But Deux? Deux just breathed peacefully, completely unaware of my suffering.
I had two choices.
Continue fighting a losing battle OR admit defeat.
I sighed, grabbed a pillow and blanket, and marched back to the living room.
"Unbelievable," I muttered, flopping onto the couch. "Next time? I'm locking my damn door."
I curled up under my blanket, glaring at the ceiling.
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...
...
(Kling!)
(Klang!)
It's still midnight but I woke up to the sound of something rattling in the kitchen.
I peeked out from under my blanket.
It was Deux.
Drinking water.
"HMPH," I huffed dramatically, rolling over.
First my house. Then my bed. And now? My kitchen?
If he raided my fridge, I swear—
I shut my eyes, determined to ignore him and just go back to sleep.
And then—
The couch shifted.
It got tighter.
I froze.
Slowly, I turned my head—
To find Deux.
Squeezing onto the couch with me.
I blinked.
"Deux," I said, voice dangerously low. "The couch is small."
He didn't respond.
Instead, he forcefully wedged himself in next to me.
I let out a strangled noise of frustration. "I said it's small!"
Still nothing.
I turned to glare at him—
And he was already asleep.
My eye twitched.
I had to do it.
I was about to shove him off—
When I suddenly realized...
He was clinging to me.
Not just beside me.
Not just pressed against me.
Actually, physically, completely clinging to me.
His arms wrapped around me. His leg thrown over mine.
I stiffened.
"HOLY—"
My face burned.
"Deux!" I whisper-yelled, squirming. "You're—literally—using me as a pillow!"
Still no response.
Still dead asleep.
I huffed.
Oh, so he gets to be a clingy koala in his sleep, but if I bring this up in the morning, he'll deny everything?
I sighed.
"Champ, just endure it," I muttered to myself. "Just one night. Just this once."
I shut my eyes.
Trying. Trying to ignore the warmth.
The weight of his arm around me.
The way his breathing tickled my neck.
That was so unfair.
I groaned into my pillow.
"I am never inviting him over again."
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Deux's (The Paranoid Alpha) POV
I was warm.
Too warm.
And comfortable.
Suspiciously comfortable.
This was not normal.
As an Alpha, I should not feel this... cozy.
I should be waking up on high alert, ready to assert dominance, prepared to conquer territories before breakfast!
But instead...
I was...
Snuggling?!
I hummed, shifting slightly.
The warmth pressed closer. Solid. Steady.
Nice.
I nuzzled against it, sighing.
"Mmm... warm... comfy..."
Wait.
...Comfy?
ALPHAS DO NOT FIND THINGS COMFY.
My brain malfunctioned.
WARNING! WARNING! CRITICAL SYSTEM FAILURE!
I snapped my eyes open.
And came face to face with Champ.
INCHES. AWAY.
I stopped breathing.
I was—
I was hugging him.
No.
No, no, no, NO.
I was—dear god, I was wrapped around him like a territorial wolf clinging to its mate!
This was not Alpha behavior.
This was weakness.
TREASON.
My entire Alpha existence was at stake.
I had to fix this.
I had to regain my honor.
I had to—
OH SWEET MOON, WAS I CUDDLING HIM?!
I froze.
So did Champ.
We locked eyes.
Neither of us moved.
Neither of us spoke.
The room was silent.
But the air?
THE AIR WAS DOING THINGS.
I was panicking.
My Alpha brain was melting.
My instincts were shouting at me.
➤ Option 1: Play it cool. Pretend this never happened. Maintain Alpha superiority.
➤ Option 2: Casually roll off and pretend I died in my sleep.
➤ Option 3: ABSOLUTE CHAOS.
Guess which one I picked?
I SCREAMED.
Champ SCREAMED BACK.
ALPHAS DO NOT SCREAM.
And yet, here I was—
SCREAMING LIKE A DAMN OMEGA IN DISTRESS.
And in the chaos of flailing limbs and sheer panic—
WE BOTH FELL OFF THE DAMN COUCH.
— THUD!
Pain. Regret. Shame.
I scrambled away, pointing at him like he was some kind of unholy entity.
"WHAT THE HELL, CHAMP?!"
He sat up, glaring at me like I was the problem. "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CLUNG TO ME LAST NIGHT! DON'T YOU REMEMBER!"
"I DID NOT—"
"YOU CALLED ME WARM AND COMFY!"
I choked.
I short-circuited.
I malfunctioned.
ALPHAS DO NOT CALL OTHER ALPHAS WARM AND COMFY.
This was a disaster.
My entire bloodline was dishonored.
If word of this spread, I would never be able to show my face in the Alpha community again, especially to my father.
Champ's lips curled into the smuggest, most evil grin I had ever seen.
"Oh?" he mused. "You don't remember? That's too bad. I guess I'll just have to remind you what you did to my poor body last night—"
NO.
"You kissed me all over last night, hugged me tight, and took advantage of me!" Champ declared with a smug grin.
"Stop! I don't remember any of that!"
"Because you were ridiculously drunk!"
I had to stop this immediately.
I grabbed the nearest pillow and launched it at his face.
It hit him square in the forehead.
Victory.
Or so I thought.
Because then—
Champ burst out laughing.
ALPHAS DO NOT GET LAUGHED AT.
And yet, here I was.
The proud, powerful Alpha Prince.
Being laughed at by this menace of a man.
I glared at him. "This never happened."
"Oh, it definitely did."
"It didn't."
"I think I should tell the others. Jiggs would LOVE to hear about this."
"IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE, YOU WILL KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT."
"Oh, but what happens when everyone finds out? Especially the Alpha King? Oh no! Just imagine the scandal! A mighty, fearless, unbelievably handsome Alpha—caught kissing another Alpha!" Champ teased, grinning like a mischievous imp. "Not that I care, of course. I'm just a nobody. Unlike a certain someone here... who just so happens to be an Alpha Prince."
And it looked like he had no plans of stopping anytime soon!
Champ smirked. Smirked.
Like he had won some kind of battle.
Like I wasn't the stronger Alpha here.
Like he had some kind of power over me.
I grabbed another pillow.
He dodged.
THIS IS WAR.
End of Chapter 14