Belonging to the Kings- Book I

Teenage (6.6)

PoV- Prince Attrius

We were all stuck here at the so called man-cave, trying to find the whereabout of the item my brother, Ceaser had very conveniently forgotten about, somewhere in this room.

Smacking the back of his head, "I can't understand how you manage to lose a thing that big."

Smiling at us sheepishly at first, then he points his finger at Jason, "It wasn't me, he was the one who used it last"

Jason says nothing in response, and keeps searching for it in the chest of drawers that were in the small pantry door connected with this home-theatre room.

It was Titus now, who forced me to get up and looked in between the spaces of couch I sat at, "Where do you remember putting it?

"I don't" he groans, frustrated as he has no recollection of it.

We've been at this search operation for the last few hours now. "You left it connected?" I growl at him.

Not meeting our eyes, he walks over to Mason, and whispers "I guess man"

"What's with him?" I asked when I notice how he kept starting into oblivion.

Being the child he is, Ceaser hits Mason hard on his shin, "Did you find it? In a reprimanding tone, exactly identical to what a mother might use on her child when they did something bad.

This causes Mason to scowl at him, "No, Not yet asshole."

While I was looking into the glass cabinet, "Why aren't you helping?" I inquired annoyed.

When no response comes from him, I see Jason walk upto him shaking his head then finally nudging him, all He did was mumble out a weak, "Huh?"

Titus after a few seconds of pause, flatly, "What you thinking about?"

"Your birthday" he utters under his breath.

"Oh" was all that I heard, and my thoughts were filled with her.

---------- ...Flashback... ----------

On the moonless night, the five of us stepped deeper in the forest, making our way to that one clearing that was on the left side of the Palace, it was the perfect option since it provided the three of us with enough space to transform, and kept any unwelcome invitees out.

It was merely seconds ago that Titus had left to find his Imprintee, now me and my brother, Ceaser, were starting to feel it in our guts, our Doms wanted out.

The both of us were squalling in pain, contrasting to the profound silence of the forest. Our bodies convulses on the thick muddy ground and we both let out a deafening growl. Taking a deep breath in, with wobbly legs I stand erect, and shakily proceed to strip out of my clothes so I don't tear them as my Dom finally decides to transition.

The wave of change hit me first, I was told how this transition for me won't be as hard, in comparison to that of my brothers, in physical terms. But mentally it would be much more draining, soon I understood what they had meant.

Staring from my core, the heat washes over me, but almost in a flick of time my insides felt like they were melting, and soon I was hallow. Spitting out blood, a rush of fire billows through me and my insides feel solid, like titanium. Again, it was my gut that was on fire.

The mere thirty minute of transitioning felt like an eternity, not for a second did the sensation of agonising pain ripping through my body left me, and with a thunderous growl I transition.