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It is no secret.
No one dares openly talk about it. The Prince's reputation is not to be messed with.
But everybody knows it.
His virginity is still intact, that much is clear. The young alphas can still smell the Prince's innocence when he enters a room, his delicate scent is pure and sweet and alluring.
It makes their heads snap towards his direction, makes their nostrils flare, makes quite a few cocks stiffen up under the long table in the middle of the room.
And the Prince has always loved the attention, he's never been too shy. Having multiple pairs of eyes glued to his face - and, let's face it, his body - has never offended him, it has never bothered him.
The Prince must know just how good he looks, how delicious he smells, how many alphas have been dreaming to claim him for years, tearing him away from hungry eyes and keep him to themselves.
The Prince loves the attention, he loves the glances and the hushed groans and the cloud of pheromones that lifts up into the air as he walks by, but not as much as he loves rejecting his suitors like they're nothing more than a bunch of flies buzzing into his royal ears.
He shoots them down, with that unforgiving cold stare of his. He barely lets them talk before they give up and leave him alone, hoping the next day will be the day Louis lets them get into his velvet pants.
He rejects them one by one, and most alphas in the pack have witnessed Louis' bored pout, his unimpressed sigh, his cocked eyebrow.
But even as he turns them down, his voice is sweet and soft and pliant, almost trying to prove himself wrong, making sure he turns them on.
It's torture.
They wonder if the Prince knows how hard it is to let go of him, when his pretty eyes are focused on your face, his lips are parted and inviting, his cheeks slightly flushed, his scent swirling around in the pit of your stomach, even as his words turn the dream into ashes, even as he rolls his eyes and he lifts his shoulders and he repeats it for the hundredth time that, no, thank you, but no, not interested, not tonight, not ever.
He's small and gorgeous and warm, he was born to break their hearts and fuel their desire and make them wish that one day, one day he's going to change his mind, give up, let someone tame him and knot him and keep him forever.
The hope is still there, alive and well into dozens of hearts, as Louis enters the room, greets the guests with his familiar bow. Just a hint, just a small movement of his head, his crown glinting under the bright lights, his eyes sparkling with the awareness that also tonight, like many nights before, everyone's looking at him. The envious omegas and the fascinated betas and the desperate alphas, everyone's waiting for him to sit down so they can hide behind their glasses, as they keep staring at him.
But it's no secret.
The Prince has a new light in his eyes, even brighter than the usual, and he smells good, even better than most days. He smells fresh and excited and almost ready.
And as he graciously crosses the room and sits by his father's side, as he unfolds his napkin and lays it over his chiseled thighs, as he listens to his father encourage the pack to start eating, everyone can feel the Prince slipping through their fingers.
They can see the wild spark in his blue eyes, and if they move around a bit, if they tilt their head and do the math right, they will catch a glimpse of what's stealing all of his attention away.
And if they squint their eyes enough, if they really focus and face the harsh truth, they will notice Harry's gaze, bright and alert, staring right back at him.
"I could have you banished." he's saying, striking that arrogant note in his soft voice. "I could-" he pants, taking a moment to swallow dry. "Ruin you."
"Still," Harry replies, letting him catch his breath. "Here you are, letting me lick into your mouth like you already belong to me."
That has the Prince blushing, hard and deep, it has him barking out an outraged laugh, his pride stinging into his chest, wetness forming where he wants Harry the most. Where no alpha has ever touched him, seen him, tasted him.
And what a coincidence, it happens to be the same place where Harry would like to die, smothered and buried into Louis' warmth.
"Do not blame me for your lack of control," Louis' whimpering now, unbearably hot under Harry's touch. "for your lack of decency."
Harry draws back, leaves him standing against the wall, clothes ruffled up, exposing a sliver of golden skin that has the alpha almost growling. He shoots him a tired look, tired of Louis' fake disapproval, of his moral facade and, most of it all, tired of how painfully hard it all makes him.
"My Prince," Harry huffs out, teeth digging into his bottom lip as Louis squeezes his thighs together and that tiny whimper escapes him. "Forgive me." he says, as he takes another step back and Louis' lips part with disappointment.
"Not again." he hisses, clenching his small fists. "You won't do this to me again."
Harry lets out a nervous laugh, muscles tensing just at the thought of letting Louis go.
"I must." Harry sighs, subtly adjusting his erection.
Louis' eyes never miss that.
And Harry never misses that scent, the unmistakable smell of Louis' desire, of his need.
"Forgive me." Harry repeats, holding his breath as he gently pushes Louis into his bedroom.
And leaves him there.
"If you don't give a chance to anyone, Louis," his mother scolds him, despite the fond smile curling her lips. "How will you find an alpha? There must be someone-"
"There isn't." Louis interrupts her, fixing the mess she's made with his hair. "Not among the old, creepy, ugly men father's picked for me."
The Queen finds herself pressing a hand to her mouth to restrain her laughter, but she readily puts on a frown when Louis turns around.
"Your alpha is only for you to choose." She reminds him, lifting her finger up when Louis pretends to have forgotten his crown.
He puts it on with an overdramatic sigh, "Heavy." he mutters, checking himself out in the mirror the following moment.
"You look lovely." His mother reassures him, standing up from her chair. "Hurry up, now. Don't keep everybody waiting."