Adhler’s POV I looked through the papers that were on the table. It had piled up even though only a day had passed since I crowned myself King. It was a ridiculous announcement for most of the people of this nation because all they know is me… the lousy prince who was hiding behind his brother’s shadow. All my achievements that are hidden in Dia’s shadow made him brighter and more deserving of the crown that would be passed down to the children of the royal family. I was about to leave the room to get some air when I sensed a presence behind me. I transformed and immediately went back to my human form when I saw Keiffer raising his hands, holding a letter in one. “I know that scent,” I sniffed the letter again. “But I know what you can do too. If you are here to send me a fake letter from Samarah, then you can go now. I do not need a fake lover. That woman and I are over.” “That woman?” Keiffer’s voice changed. “You taught me very well how much I should respect her, but you’re now
“What are you doing here again?” Adhler asked Keiffer after finding the man inside the King’s study. He had left in a hurry last night after the report, so Adhler did not expect her to be here right now. Keiffer took a sip from the tea that a servant served him. He made a face. He had never liked bitter things let alone a tea that tasted like grass— “You should really change your tea set,” “I do not even have time for tea. Do you think I’d care what they serve my guests? Hah, what the hell are you doing here again?” Adhler sat on his chair. The chair that was used by the first King until his brother… now he’s sitting on it, and he could not feel proud about it. The chair makes his body weigh heavier than it really is. Adhler stood up and went to the couch beside Keiffer, who was now eating cookies. Super sweet cookies, Adhler presumed, since he could smell the sugar from it when he was sitting across. King Adhler took a sip from his coffee and then scanned through the documents fr
Note: The term Pope will now be regarded as Saint from this chapter onwards The saint woke up in cold sweat. It had been two weeks since he had witnessed the chaos that his false prophecy brought. He thought it would help the royal family, but look at where it had brought them. The King would not even accept his request for an audience. And one week from now, King Adhler will be officially crowned. What will happen then? Will he oppress the temple too? Will he seek revenge for the death of his brother? What will he do once he discovers that even his parents’ death is caused by the elders? Though His Holiness Yulo had no evidence to prove that the scheme with the death of the late king, King Dia, was planned by the elders… he could feel a very much hunch that points at them. Even the Goddess that usually visits him in his dreams was in great distress by the King’s death. Yulo could not oppose her, though; she had warned him of the consequences that his words might bring to the peop
“Stand back, Priest,” a knight unsheathe his sword as he stands in front of the priest. “Put your swords back; His Highness is still in his right mind—” Daimon was about to finish the sentence when in an instant, they found the priest pinned against the wall and the King in his transformed form. “A prophecy, huh? Is your saint not satisfied with my brother’s death?” Daimon clicked his tongue and pulled a tranquilizer, then shot the King with it. Adhler was quick in his hand and caught the pin before it stabbed his neck. “I am in my right mind, stop pulling tricks on me now, or I will have you all punished for a month. I am just simply asking this priest about the fucking revelation that is happening in the temple, hah! Who knows? I might be in that revelation next, and who knows if I’d be the next target of their plans,” King Adhler sarcastically said. He then transformed back to his human form and dropped the priest to the ground. The priest coughed continuously as he tried to cat
“Then you should also know that they are the most powerful Lycans that have ever lived. Even they were driven crazy because of the pure blood that flows in their veins,” Yulo said, pertaining to the Ardens that had once ruled the kingdom under the Royal Family. “What do you mean?” “You should find out more about them, King. That is not what I came here for,” Yulo sat up and handed him a scroll. “Your Luna… the Goddess had chosen her. I do not have the exact name, but the first woman who would visit your castle when you were a prince once the red moon rises would be the one fated for you,” Adhler stared at him and then let out a soft chuckle. “Hah,” his sarcasm could be heard in his voice. With the tingling sensation in his hands, as he accepted the scroll from the saint, he could not get his head together. Never did he think that the revelation would be about his fated Luna. He never even thought about having a Luna besides the current Queen whom he promised to protect for his br
“Are you sure no one followed you here?” the man in the black cloak asked. “No one should be here beside you or the head would be annoyed again. After all, the last incident with the Lycans did not go as planned. Who knows,” The man looked at the other person standing by the entrance of the mansion from head to toe. He had never liked the man. If only the head of their organization did not take a liking to him, they would never acknowledge the man to the group. Even if he has noble blood running in his veins. These people regard noble blood as nothing but another lump of meat labeled as a man. They do not see them as higher in position in society or their equal. People not part of the organization are nothing but pests that are lucky to have been given an opportunity to live life in comfort. “I am here to report to her, though? And mind you, human,” the man in the ram mask went near the man in the black cloak’s ears and whispered, “You should watch what you say. For a mere hum
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE IS STILL NO NEWS ABOUT MY DAUGHTER?” Alphonse shouted in the room after receiving reports on her daughter’s whereabouts. But even after receiving a letter from the late King of the Lycans, King Dia, they found nothing to find their daughter. When King Dia handed a letter to the Adams family, the head, the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack— Duke Alphonse Adams— found it suspicious at first. He never had an encounter with the man except those with Louise and the events that were held in the Palace of their kingdom. He never even attended the man’s coronation nor congratulated him on gaining the crown. Dia was a friend to his sons, but never to him. Duke Alphonse always sets boundaries with relationships among other races since he had never felt safe giving trust to anyone other than his pack. “You should calm down a little, Alphonse,” “Calm down? Calm down?! Fuck you and your calmness then, William. Whose fault is this that things went out of hand, huh!?” He shout
It was quiet. The only thing you could hear in the room was the turning of pages, the slight flick of the fire in the fireplace, and the breathing of the man that slowly becomes heavier over the time. Turning of Pages. The dancing fire at the fireplace. His breathing. Turning of Pages. The dancing fire at the fireplace. His breathing. Turning of Pages. The dancing fire at the fireplace. His breathing. Turning of pages— “Damn it!” Harry shouted when another piece of evidence of how Charlene was abused after the news of her being illegitimate or adopted came out. He threw the papers on the wall and flipped the table in front of him. All the pictures and letters scattered around the room as Harry breathed, even more, heavier than he had earlier. He loosened his tie. It feels suffocating. The veins in his arms were visible as he annoyingly try to lose his tie more and more and more— “What the fuck is wrong with this fucking tie?” he cursed and cursed and cursed until it was o