WIP Wednesday: The Beta Prince

Heya Vicksters!
So in addition to writing Chain Me, the prequel to The Dom series, I am also working on a ton of other books. Here's one of them:
The Beta Prince, if you've read The Alpha King, you will notice some familiar characters:
Prince Buckington Roughshire was drunk.  He was very, veeerrryy drunk.  He was also only sixteen and if his father ever found out that he was drunk, he’d be in a heap of trouble.  Exactly why he had chosen to drink in Quire, a city two hours away from Roughshireson, where the palace was located.  He grinned sloppily at the other men at the bar whenever they looked at him. Lifting his glass of Namprincian whiskey to swallow the intoxicating, blue liquid down, he hissed at the slight burn, travelling down his throat and settling into his gut.  He was so sick of his older brother Blazell. Their parents doted on his only living sibling. They treated Blaze as if he were the only surviving Roughshire pup. Buck had survived as well, the only one of his litter to still be alive, they should love him too. He exhaled in disgust, rolling his eyes at his own inner musings, his hands slamming onto the bar counter as the room spun slightly. He giggled when it finally stopped spinning and lifted his glass for another sip. Yes, he knew Blaze was the Alpha Prince, the heir to the kingdom but shit...Buck was the Beta, and just as important as the Alpha…at least that’s what his mother had always told him. With a long, loud, drawn-out sigh of disappointment and sadness, he lifted his hand and gestured for the bartender to give him another drink. The air escaping his lungs sounded as if it were being pushed out of an inflatable device, causing his shoulders to fold inward, the burden of being himself too heavy to carry any further, before he allowed the very heavy limb to fall hard onto the top of the bar. He’d finally reached his limit with his family. It was clearly time to kill himself with whiskey.“What are you doing out here at this time of night Prince Buckington?” The deep voice rasped in his right ear and Buck pressed his lips together tightly, barely controlling the moan that threatened to erupt from his mouth, as a shock of need zapped down his spine. His cock lengthened behind his pants, his heartbeat sped up and his breath stuttered from between his lips. How long had it been since he’d been with another man? Too long if he couldn’t even remember.  All that time trying to prove to my father that I’m not a screw up and that I’m just as capable as Blaze at handling matters of the kingdom, for nothing.  I was the one who pointed out that the Versuthion family had some sort of tie to our ancestor Joshua, but they gave the credit to Blaze, just because he’s the oldest. I hate him. I hate them. They would be so sorry if I wasn’t around anymore. Although, the fact that they hadn’t even invited me to the celebratory drinks probably means that they wouldn’t be. That final thought sent a heavy lead ball of disappointment and despair falling from his heart to land in his gut before he turned his wobbly head to the right to look into the face of the man who had just spoken to him.“Whuda hell…are you…doin here?” Buck’s words were slurred and he figured he probably made no sense at all as he questioned the man. He was not totally sure of whom he was but he noticed the green, black and gold of the Tumaron royal guard and realized that this guard had probably been sent by his father to find his “troubled son.”  He wasn’t troubled, his father never totally got that, he was just sick of being the barely tolerated fucking spare. He’d thought maybe Blaze had finally gotten how he’d felt all these years, but he’d found out the hard way that he was wrong.“Why Prince Buckington, I’m only here to watch over you.  But maybe you’ve had enough to drink, huh?” the unnamed guard advised.Buck snorted at the other guy before leaning closer as if he were about to share a secret.  “Didju know that it takes a-ap-approximantly twenty-one, no wait, twenty-two…yeah, twenty-one double shot glasses of Namprincian whiskey to gedda fully grown Tumaron shifter drunk?” he stated, his words slurred.The guard chuckled before leaning closer. His hand settled on Buck’s thigh, close to his groin.  Buck’s cock hardened further. He grinned widely at the other man before throwing his left arm out in a wide, sweeping arc.  “I’ve had twenty-four!” he declared proudly, before tipping to the side and almost falling off the chair.  He felt himself pulled up and held firmly to the chest of the guard. Buck buried his face in the other man’s chest.He inhaled deeply and almost gagged.  The guard smelled…off.  His scent seemed all wrong, as if only the top layer of his body was Tumaron and the rest of him was something else entirely. Buck inhaled again. Then he coughed to cover up the retching sound he made as bile climbed up his throat.  He had to swallow the foul stuff back down.  The waves of nausea kept rolling over him at the smell of…what the hell was that?  Snake?  Was this guard a hybrid?  Half Tumaron and half Strawxigian? That was weird. Tumarons and Strawxigians had an almost visceral reaction to each other, so how could they possibly get past their body’s reaction to the other enough for a baby to be created?“I’ll take him back to the palace,” Buck heard the other man speaking to the bartender. He lifted his head, blinking blearily up at the other man’s face.  The guard looked slightly familiar.  Not in an immediate, I know exactly who this person is, we had dinner together last week, kind of way. No, the sense of familiarity was... Buck sloppily tried to snap his fingers, the digits slipping off each other, fascinating him for a moment. Turning his attention back to his previous thoughts with a groan he tried to remember how he knew the guard. The older man seemed almost as if he were the genetic copy of a picture that Buck’s father had shown him.  A picture of a man he was supposed to stay away from.  What was the man’s name again?  And why the hell did he feel so dizzy?He blinked his eyes rapidly and felt himself lifted up into the other man’s strong arms and carried from the bar.  He waved over the other man’s shoulder at all of the patrons within the building, loudly telling them all to have a good time.  Only a small, easily ignored part of his brain registered the narrow eyed look of suspicion in the bartender’s face and the subtle trace of fear that wafted from the man’s skin.“You make sure that you take him right to the palace.  No stops or detours and you deliver him straight to the Alpha King, do you hear me?  I don’t want any trouble from the palace coming down on my establishment at all,” the bartender, a tall, robust man with dark brown hair and a face always flushed red, which looked almost as if he were constantly blushing.  Buck thought that the bartender looked like a Tumaron version of the human’s Santa Clause, a fictional character he’d so enjoyed learning about in school. He could never let anyone know that piece of information of course. According to the historical documents that his father kept in their library, humans always stopped believing in Santa Clause after their tenth birthday. Buck had tried hard to forget about the man who’d willingly flown around the Earth to deliver presents but even after all of these years he found himself still going to bed early on the 24th. He just knew that one day he’d forget himself and be asking the bartender, his own personal Tumaron Santa Clause, for presents in Decemvier.“Got it.  I’m taking him straight to the palace.  You have my word,” the guard stated. He carried Buck out of the bar and towards the parking lot. He grunted slightly as he opened the door, before placing Buck into his hovercraft. Buck tried not to be offended at the grunt the other man had released, knowing that while he was fit, he was certainly not fat, and settled into the seat. His head lolled from side to side as he took in his surroundings. He sighed. A vague coldness settled into his chest at the sight of the almost deserted street. The sight of the dilapidated buildings caused his heart to pound in his chest and his stomach to roil. He wondered if his father had ever been to the city of Quire and if he had been why the Alpha King hadn’t put the city on his list of renovation projects.  How strange that was.  Then again, it was his father, the Great Almighty Alpha King, with his Great Almighty Alpha King Heir, Blazell, at his side.