"Roth," muttered Zayne. He sounded closer, but I didn't want to take my eyes off the Alphas to check. "You might want to chill out a bit." The Crown Prince smirked. "Nah. You want to know why? The Alphas could end me, but they're not going to." Across from us, the Alpha who had spoken stiffened but didn't interrupt. "You see, I am the favorite Crown Prince," Roth continued, his smirk spreading. "They take me out when I haven't done anything to warrant it and they'll have the Boss to contend with. They don't want that." Surprise flickered through me. They couldn't just end Roth because of who he was? I'd always thought they could simply do as they pleased. The Alpha who had been silent up to this point spoke. "There are rules for a reason. It does not mean we have to like them, so I'd suggest you do not push your luck, Prince." Then Roth did the unthinkable. He raised his hand and extended his middle finger. "Does this count as pushing it, Bob?" Crap on a cracker, he'd flipped off an Alpha! And he'd called the Alpha Bob! Who did that? Seriously?"