Chapter 816
Chapter 816:
The subordinate froze. “Your Majesty, is there something else you wish to command?”
I straightened, my tone as cold as steel. “Bring my three sons here. Now.”
Before long, Bryan, Dominic, and Clayton strode into the hall, their expressions as unreadable as a gambler’s hand.
“Kneel!” I thundered the moment they entered.
They exchanged knowing glances before dropping to their knees in perfect unison.
But even as they obeyed, their faces betrayed not an ounce of remorse, their defiance simmering just beneath the surface.
My temper snapped like a brittle twig. I grabbed the nearest goblet and hurled it at the floor before them.
The glass shattered with a deafening crash, shards flying in all directions, echoing the chaos in my chest.
“Why did you help Makenna escape?” I demanded, my glare boring into them like twin daggers.
Bryan, the most brazen of the lot, met my gaze head-on, his tone cutting and unyielding. “Father, why did you order Makenna’s arrest the moment you learned who she was? She has done nothing wrong.”
His words struck a nerve, leaving me momentarily at a loss.
Should I confess the truth—that we were not the rightful Lycan royalty but usurpers? The mere thought of that revelation sent shivers down my spine. If this secret were to come to light, the entire kingdom would be thrown into turmoil.
But my sons weren’t about to let me wriggle off the hook. Dominic’s piercing stare locked onto mine as he pressed, “What are you hiding, Father? What really happened to the white wolf clan back then?”
Clayton, always the quiet storm, chimed in with a voice as cold as winter’s bite, “We deserve the truth about what happened years ago.”
𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗆
Their relentless questioning was like water dripping on a stone, wearing down my anger until only a weary resignation remained.
“You ungrateful wretches! Why must you defy me at every turn? Do you even care about the throne anymore?” I exploded, clutching at the last shred of authority I had.
Bryan’s fists clenched, his resolve clear in the fire of his eyes. “If keeping the throne means betraying Makenna, then I don’t want it.”
Dominic and Clayton said nothing, but their unwavering expressions spoke volumes—they stood firmly with their brother.
The weight of their rebellion pressed on my chest, leaving me seething yet strangely powerless. “Oh, you…”
My voice faltered as I waved a hand in frustration. “Guards! Take them away! Keep them out of Makenna’s business—this is my command.”
As soldiers escorted my sons out, their defiance burned in the air long after they were gone. I collapsed into the throne behind me, my energy spent.
A heavy sense of dread sank in, settling like a stone in my chest. My forehead became slick with cold sweat, each drop a testament to the terrifying weight of the truth closing in around me.
This throne was not my birthright—it was a prize I had clawed for, weaving countless schemes and plots to seize it.
Once, I was nothing more than an adopted son in the Lycan royal family, a shadow with no claim to the throne. But when Josie, the white wolf clan’s Saint, caught my eye, I abandoned all restraint. To win her, I dared to defy fate itself. I led a rebellion, casting aside loyalty and tradition.
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