Jean and Marco walked casually, side by side, chatting as if they were taking but a mere stroll in the woods on a sunny morning. Every once in a while, Marco would steal glances and watch fondly as Jean bragged or complained loudly, a small smile tugging at the corner of the freckled man's lips.

Behind them, bound by his wrists, trudged a very tired Eren who would almost trip every once in a while. He tugged weakly at the long scratchy rope that Jean was holding, sort of like a leash, the ends bounding his wrists together and causing the delicate and smooth skin of his to redden due to the texture. Eren groaned and huffed, as he whined, "Can we please take a damn break? My feet are starting to hurt!"

Jean rolled his eyes as he sarcastically replied, "Oh my poor, highness would you like me to carry you so your feet shall suffer no more?"

Eren grit his teeth, his blood boiling at the alpha's tone. "Maybe you would like that you prick! Considering your hand was feeling up my ass the other day!!"

Jean snickered mockingly. Obviously enjoying angering the omega. "Yeah and that's quite a fat ass you got there, huh? You get all that from eating all the food your people grow?"

Eren snarled, abruptly stopping in his tracks to tug furiously on the rope. "Shut the fuck up!! You perverted, old fucker!"

"Hey! I'm eighteen you big-eyed freak---!!"

"Guys!" Marco snapped, causing both males to freeze in their spot as he turned towards them. "Stop yapping like dogs will you? Besides, we're almost there, anyways." He pointed over his shoulder, in the direction of a small village. "We'll make a quick trip. Let our horses rest for a bit before we reach home."

Eren perked up at the distant village just down the hill they were on. If he maybe get help there, then surely someone could---

"Ah, I wouldn't recommend getting any ideas, either." Marco's voice broke through his thoughts and Eren's eyes locked on his. Marco's grin was mischievous as he continued, "Let's just say. . . They aren't exactly nice people." He chuckled before turning around and continuing forward. Eren being dragged along behind them as he casted his angry gaze to the ground. 

It took another half hour before they arrived at the edge of the village. Eren's feet were screaming in protest by then, aching for a rest. He took a glance around and realized why Marco gave him the warning.

It wasn't like any other sunny, cheerful village nearby his castle. No, instead it was the complete opposite. Rough looking alpha's walked around with mean looking scars and irritated expressions. They gave off a vibe that screamed "danger". The women weren't any different, they looked scary and mean and not delicate or girly. Everyone here wore clothes fitted for fighting, or at least some type of dark leather attire.

A brief look to the side showed someone with a hood, a thief no doubt, crouching up behind a bulky, bald old man and just as they reached forward for his pockets, the man turned around with such speed and next thing Eren knee, a sword was driving straight up into the thief's chest, ripping a bloody, pained scream before the man slumped motionless.

Eren trembled shakily at the sight. His eyes wide in fear and his hand curling into fists as panic overtook him. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! He's dead! He's fucking dead!!

He began to tug at the bindings, planting his feet firmly on the ground and yanking with all his might. "Let me go!! I don't want to be here! I wanna go home!! Let me go you sick fucks!" He yelled.

Which only drew attention to him. Jean and Marco stopped to turn around and growl at him but it seemed Eren had caught another alpha's attention.

"Well looky here," A gruff, amused deep voice spoke from behind Eren causing him to yelp in fright and scatter closer to Jean and Marco. He looked up to see a man with messy dark hair and dark, cold eyes. A scar ran down the right side of his face. He seemed old. Around his father's age, with a vicious aura around him. "I see you got yourselves a hefty prize, eh, Marco?"

Marco shrugged and scratched the back of his neck. "He wasn't exactly part of the plan. But what's done is done. There's no going back. Especially since we got high bounties on our heads."

The man barked out a deep laugh. "And since when didn't you two have bounties?" He chuckled, shaking his head.

Marco and Jean laughed as well, a grin on their faces. It was obvious they knew this guy, and were pretty close to him. Marco then began to dig into the sack they had with them, taking out a pure, diamond necklace that sparkled beautifully under the sun. It was a gift to Eren by his parents and watched as Marco tossed it to the old man who caught it and gaped in amazement at it.

He then turned to Marco and Jean, shaking his head with a small smirk. "You weren't kidding were you?" He clutched it tightly against his chest. Like he didn't want anyone else catching a glimpse of his beauty.

"Do you think so lowly of us, Uncle Jack?" Jean teased.

Uncle Jack shrugged and pocketed the jewelry with care. "You brats hit the jackpot didn't you? Do you know much that jewelry could give me?"

Marco nodded. "We wanted to repay you back for the help." Uncle Jack smiled at them softly. All the wrinkles and scowls vanished and was replaced by a much kinder, younger version of himself. He didn't look so scary anymore. More softer.

Then he turned to Eren and analyzed him, dark eyes that have seen so much in his days, raked his body up and down making him uncomfortable. He then spoke. "This is that king's brat, ain't it? That Omega Prince?"

"Yup, and a little rat." Jean added.

Eren growled viciously at him. His glare burning with hatred and coldness. "Shut up, you dickbag!" He snapped.

Uncle Jack raised a brow before looking at Marco. "Quite the catch you got. Do you know how much people are willing to pay to get their hands on him? Maybe even more so than the king's own crown." He clicked his tongue. "What're you gonna do with the brat?" He asked.

"Sell him, probably." Jean picked at his nails, completely oblivious to the paleness of Eren's face.

The old Alpha sighed heavily and rubbed his temples. "Well, I'll see you kids another time, yeah? Oh and be careful, will ya?" He glared at them like a father would. "I don't wanna see you little shit's with your heads missin'" he scoffed and once he got reassurances from both younger alphas, he turned away and started to leave.

"Well," Marco started and glanced at Eren and Jean. "Hungry? Anyone?"

Eren didn't think he could eat that night.