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If u want the full experience, read the last bit of last chapter for some added foreshadowing. If not go ahead! <3

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WORD COUNT | 2013

As much as he wanted to gloat over his temporary victory against his brother, the blond prince had matters of priority on his hand. Whilst he walked briskly over to where the omega was supposedly held, he recalled his frustrations over the past few days at his own helplessness.

The amount of times the blond wanted to shove open those detestable heavy double doors within his bedroom and roam outside to ease his restlessness was uncountable. The boy hated confinement. In fact, he despised being trapped within the suffocating palace during his younger years. The glizt and the glamour of life as a sheltered prince never appealed to the blond, rather, he found jewellry to be a waste of money and mannerisms to be pompous. You see, Bakugou lived for the thrill that came with the rush of adrelanin. He adored the scent of the woodlands and the towering trees which shaded him from the radiant sun; the slight breeze that would pass over his skin, kissing the tips of nose lightly.

Spending his day running through the dirt covered forest was one of his favourite past times, for in those moment, he simply felt unburdened. Call it his escape if you must.

Never would he have imagined to stumble upon a unique looking omega during one of his forbidden hunts. His delectable smell drove the prince to follow its trails like a dog sniffing his owner's scent. He was drawn, dare say addicted. Once the soft scent of strawberries and vanilla filled his glands, the prince knew he would regret it for a lifetime if he had not scouted for its source. Unbeknownst to his naive longing, that one impulsive decision led to an explosion of complications, both positive and negative. For in the moment he locked eyes with the emerald ocean of the omega's, he found himself unable to look away. Unable to pry his gaze off the effortless beauty that exerted itself from the young greenette.

The prince was extremely protective of his toys, never once did he let his older brother touch them. And when other young princes gathered during a diplomatic meeting between their fathers, young Bakugou would love to see the jealousy ooze off of his peers' faces as they gaze towards his newly obtained prized objects whether that be an upgraded version of a weapon or an expensive article of clothing, the young boy loved to show off but never once did he let others touch what was his.

Thus in the split second of their encounter, Bakugou felt a compelling feeling from the bottom of his stomach, almost like an arrow to his gut, that he had to make this young boy his. No matter the circumstance.

Little did he know that his own selfishness led to the demise of the simple servant.

Only now did he realise the consequences of his actions. The weapons, clothing and gifts he were so proud of, they were his object possessions. But a human is not a object and the brash prince has learnt that the hard way.

The responsibilites of a prince is never easy and behind the embellished life of a royalty lies extreme pressure and expectations. Being now 18 and a full fledged adult, actions such as mating with a servant is simply not acceptable. Yet the prince pushed his subconcious rationality aside and indulged in a moment of pleasure - only now is he paying the price.

Bakugou furrowed his brows as he started walking closer and closer to the entrance of the dungeons. He noticed the lighting of the hallways were dimly lit with a chilling aura hanging thickly admist the atmosphere. His eyes fixtated upon the four figures that stood in front the barred metal gates which led to a spiralling set of stairs that trailed ominously downwards.

With confidence in his stride, the blond continued forward with the expectation that the entrance will be opened for him upon his arrival. However the alpha prince was met with two spears crossing over the other placed by two guards as they saw the princes arrival. Their faces painted a monotone expression, resembling a mindless soldier. Nonetheless, their nervousness could not be hidden beneath their shaking hands which gripped tightly onto the spear that dared stood in the prince's way.

Ticking with annoyance, Bakugou threw his cape back before swinging his arms slightly, an iconic move to stretch your muscles before a fistfight. "Let me through." Was all that was uttered yet his tone echoed with assertiveness, informing the guards of what he was capable of if his request was not granted. Even with the blond's suprerior experience in combat, he figured he would struggle against a group of four armed soliders, yet the young prince remains unwavered for showing weakness would have already lost him half the battle.

Seeing his unparalled confidence, the uncertainy within the guard's hearts grew even more at an alarming rate, however they remained as stubborn as they were ordered to. "Bakugou sama, I'm afraid we are not able to do so." The guard on the end spoke up, his voice was stern and his body was stiff, showing little to no sign of anxiety, it was obvious he was the head guard.

Upon hearing the rather blunt response, the prince grew all the more agitated. He was becoming more and more impatient with every second that was wasted. "I guess this has to end in the only way I know how." Sporting his infamous smirk, Bakugou readied to combat the guards who dared stood in his way. Afterall, resorting to violence just felt like second nature to the impetuous prince.

However before any physical disagreements could take place, one of the guards holding the spear spoke up, he was shorter than the prince with a buzzcut hairstyle, most definetly chosen out of convience. Though despite his rather sharp features, his supposed age did not slip by the prince's inquisitive stare. "Bakugou sama, please forgive your servants. We do not have a choice." His voice was unsteady, as if even uttering the simple sentence was a feat in itself.

At once hearing their fellow soldier speak up, the other three guards sported a look of surprise and fear at what the young guard said.

Having heard the rather troubling sentence, Bakugou decided to press on the matter further, both curious and unnerved by his response. "Elaborate."

Taking in a long breath to steady himself, the young looking guard was prepared to explain to the alpha prince the heavy meaning behind his words, nevertheless, long before he had the chance to do so, he was interrupted by his senior.

"Please pay no attention to what he just said, Prince Bakugou. I will be sure to discipline him later." The guard who spoke initially responded in as calm of a manner as he could, however even Bakugou could see the anger he was struggling to maintain.

At once, the impulsive prince knew then and there that this was not simply a matter of duty but rather there was a whole picture in black and white behind the scenes of the mundane palace. And it was crucial to both him and the four individuals before him that he gets to the bottom of this. "You will tell me at once." His order was short but screamed authority.

"I-, Prince Bakugou you see-" even the thought of saying what he intended to caused the young guard to tremble uncontrollably. It was a painful sight to witness.

Bakugou recalled the soft gaze that was given to him by the shy omega whenever he felt anger, and his encouraging words that eased his anxiety. Attemtping to the do the same, the young prince decided to use a new method to get what he wanted. "If you speak up, I will ensure no harm will come to you." This time his voice sounded less demanding but rather, more reasoning.

Immediately hearing the comforting words of the usually petrifying prince, the young guard raised his gaze and it was then that Bakugou could sense the fear brimming in his eyes. Biting his lips in nervousness, the guard continued to attempt to take deep long breaths in order to subdue an oncoming panic attack that was brewing within his chest.

Seeing his junior guard in such a state, the head guard had no choice but to pipe up, in pity of his fellow soldiers but also out of tiredness of his own helpless self. "It's all Itsuki. Blackmail is a hell of a technique to oppress your servants." He uttered with a mirthless chuckle. Only whilst speaking up did Bakugou notice the slight scar that was slashed across the guards face, his frame towered over the young prince slightly, being a man in his 30s.

The blond wasn't sure how to react. He was surprised yet he also saw this conclusion coming. The younger of the two siblings knew just what the other was capable of but had no idea that he would actually go through with such abusive plans. Some may call it patrichal justice but the alpha prince truly believed in a united force with the wish that his servants offered their loyalty to him out of their own freewil. He was disgusted to learn just what these guards have undergone the cruel rule of his brother.

Being the prince known for his impulsive and fierce personality, Bakugou struggled to find the right words in response to this revelation. Admist searching for the appropiate response in his mind, the guard having calmed down from his possible panic, choked out a rather heartbreaking sentence. "And- and my mother- She's living under the pretense that everything's fine within the palace but little does she know that- that one slip up from me and injuries would befall her. To put her in a situation such as this, I really am the worst-"

Before the teen guard could continute, Bakugou deemed it the right moment to speak up and cut short his speech of despair. "Look, I myself don't hold as much as authority as my father or brother within the palace. But I assure you, I will do everything in my power to keep you and your loved ones safe. As a prince should." In that split moment Bakugou could almost imagine his caretaker's smile at his maturity. How much he missed her maternal guidance.

The relief that washed over the guards' faces were almost instant as the two who held their spears intiailly lowered them gently, relieved that they could be released from their forceful labour. However it was apparent that the head guard still remained doubtful, and it was no wonder that it would be hard to earn his trust, afterall, the scars visible over his face and body already tell stories of years of mistreatment.

To his surprise, before Bakugou descended the stairs, the prince turned around at the sound the clanking of keys as he caught the object flying towards him that was tossed by said guard. "Here. You'll need these." was all that was spoken from his deep voice yet it was enough of an indication to know that a mutual trust was formed

Smirking slightly at the keys that were clutched tightly in his hands, Bakugou gave a friendly slap to the back of the guard who sported a buzzcut. "Wipe your tears, wimp." The prince joked before descending the stone brick stairs that casted chilling shadows.

But before the blond could reach the end of the darkly lit staircase, an overpowering scent that could weaken the knees of a plethora of alphas hit Bakugou rather abruptly causing his frame to stagger.

The smell of innocent vanilla mixed with an unmatched lust of strawberries.

It caused the alpha prince's pupils to dilate on instinct and his lower regions to harden.

Such animalistic reactions.

To say the least, the prince turned his brisk pacing down the stairs into a full front throttle towards the deepest part of the dungeons, where the scent was emitting from.

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Ok so I know it's been ages and a lot of you were disappointed with my Q&A bait lol

But nonetheless!! I'm here with a new update and I made this chapter a bit longer too (:

Hope you all liked this chapter and are excited for the next one oop

♡  Sorry for the cliffhanger heehee ♡

As usual, thank you for all your continuous support! Until next time (:

-BAKUBABY-