CHAPTER 3

LOGAN'S POV

I kept feeling Liam's eyes on me, as I held my head in my hands. I hated the way I felt. That feeling of weakness. Why couldn't I just do anything right? I couldn't be a werewolf right, I couldn't be a prince right, and I probably wouldn't be an Alpha right. I had always tried to put my emotions together no matter the situation, but the incident of last night hit me hard. No one had seen the attack coming, and now my father was in a very terrible state because of me.

Some rogue wolves had somehow gained access into the palace yesterday, and gotten into my chambers. My father had shown up to help me. He had been trying to protect me, when he got stabbed in his chest. How then would I not feel useless? I would definitely feel pathetic because I was the one who was supposed to look out for my father, not the other way round. This was all because I was such weak excuse for a prince. My name is Logan Fell, and I am the infamous wolf-less werewolf prince.

"You have to stop worrying so much. You've been this way since last night. The king would be just fine. Let's be thankful to the moon goddess that the stab wasn't so deep. He would have fully recovered by now, had it been the blade used to stab him wasn't laced with wolfsbane."

"You can't ask me not to worry when I am reminded of how useless I am, by each passing second. My father is in such a horrible state because of me!" I yelled out in frustration as I looked up at Liam with blotched eyes.

"Calm down, everything would be fine. And you are not useless. You've never been!" He gritted out.

"But I am. You don't have to make black look like white, just to not hurt my pride. I know that I am useless. That was why my mother abandoned me when she still had the chance to. She had realized I was going to be a shame to her and....."

"That's enough. You're beginning to let it all get to your head." Liam muttered underneath his breathe, clearly looking unamused by the words I uttered.

"Should I....." Liam began, but paused. What insane thing was he about to say now? "Should I call my father? His scent always has a way of making you feel better." He said, expecting me to give an answer. After some seconds, he spoke up again. "Seems like you don't plan on giving me a response."

"Seems like you don't realize my father needs him more. I can always bother about my feelings when the King is fine."

"He would be. It's just a matter of time."

"Please can I be left alone?" I requested, but Liam went silent. "I said I want to be alone, please."

"I'm sorry, but I cannot leave your side until the tension calms. For all we know, the intruders may still be lurking around. I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happens to you, especially after the king had put himself in danger just to protect you. Moreso, you cannot mind-link me if anything happens, so I'd rather remain by your side." Liam sighed. Wow! Another reminder of what a failure I was. I couldn't mind-link anyone because that was part of the abilities a werewolf possessed. I wasn't one yet.

"Do you really think she left us because of me?" I asked, and Liam shot me a confused look. "My mom." I explained.

"Hell no! Logan, she disappeared just a few months after you and Layla were born. I think you should be more worried about what fate she had faced. From what I heard, she was very happy with your father. She didn't mind being with him against the odds. So, I find it difficult to believe that she just up and left on her own accord. I really think there's a lot we are ignorant about. And if you think she left because she saw you were gonna be a shame, why didn't she see the vision earlier before she even conceived you?"

"Who knows? Late timing?"

"Are you being serious at the moment?" Liam asked in disbelief. "If you ask me, I think you are a normal wolf just like us all."

"Then why haven't I transformed yet?!" I yelled out in frustration. "I am already 21, Liam. I should have shifted several years ago, but I haven't. Our peers all shifted much earlier. Isn't it weird that Layla shifted at 13, yet we are supposed to be twins? You shifted at 13. Sebastian even shifted at 12! Why wouldn't the kingdom clamour for him as king? He has shown the most important thing that makes one an Alpha king. His ability to be a wolf. Yet, here I am."

"So you heard about it already?" He scowled in annoyance. "I can't believe the people want Sebastian to be king, just because you're not a full bred wolf. Just because your mother was a witch. Preposterous!"

"Preposterous? No, it isn't. Far from that, it is the right thing to do. These people cannot make the mistake of making a mere human the werewolf king, after my father once made the mistake of making a witch the Luna queen."

"But I hear her reign was far better than that of the actual 'wolf' queen." Liam chuckled.

"I think your mindset is biased because of your duty to me as my friend and potential Beta. This is a truth anybody can see."

"Nobody is giving you a chance! Would a baby who is not a werewolf be carried for a period of just 3 months in its mother's womb?" Liam asked. "Hell! If it was the case, you would have been long dead, because you would have been born very premature. Moreover, you wouldn't have been able to survive in the same internal environment as Layla. Your sister's foetus would have suppressed yours."

"That has been our excuse for the past years. What excuse do we have now? Father has clearly avoided the coronation because he knows that the people would revolt against me being king. He has bought so much time already, how much more time can he buy? As tradition demands, the coronation of a new king is to be done once the heir is of age. Father has stalled long enough. Worse still, the fact that I haven't transformed yet, simply means I would remain unmated. It's my wolf that is supposed to scent out my mate and find her. This means I do not have the potentials of giving the people a goddess chosen Luna queen during my reign."

"Can we stop talking about this already?" Liam scowled. "It always has a way of spoiling my mood."

"I'm just not okay with Sebastian being the next king. It's not because I so badly want the throne for myself, but because he would be a ruthless king. The boy is a bully."

"And that's because you let him talk down on you!"

"What am I supposed to do when he says those disrespectful things to me? Take up the challenge and fight with him? You fucking know that I would be dead any day I try to do that? What match is a mere mortal against an immortal with ancient royal wolf blood running through his veins?"

"You've got that running through your veins as well."

"Wowww..... The joke's on us then." I laughed humourlessly before I could even hold back.

"You're a bastard!" Liam muttered with a wide smile. "The point is, you don't trust yourself enough. You've never had any faith in yourself, and you're making it quite difficult for those of us that do."

"By 'us', you mean yourself, Layla, my father and uncle Justin? What does the faith of four people matter, when the people do not want me?"

"Loga..." Liam was still talking when I cut him off.

"And they cannot be blamed. A great vision was seen by one of the witches in the supernatural council. A great war is coming and it would be very deadly. That war is most likely going to take place during my reign. The people do not want a weak king. They do not want a king incapable of protecting his kingdom."

"But you're wise!" Liam yelled in exasperation and I laughed hysterically.

"You, my friend, are really biased. Would wisdom tear our enemies from limb to limb? Would wisdom fight for us?" Liam remained unresponsive to my question. "Look..." I sighed in exhaustion. "I would rather see you on that throne, than to see Sebastian there. You have the strength and wisdom combined. Though with our discussion just now, I hope your wisdom isn't becoming biased knowledge. I know you love and support me, but we have to see the truth for what it is."

"If this is what it means to love and support you, then I'm sorry because I won't ever stop. I would continue being biased. That is my duty to you as Beta. To carry you when you're weak and hopeless."

"Can you leave me now?" I shook my head in disbelief as I laughed at my stubborn friend.

"No!" He replied. We were still laughing when the door to my study flung open, and my twin sister walked in. She didn't look so bright and my heart fell to the pit of my stomach. Oh no!

"Layla?" Liam called out to her, equally looking scared.

"Layla is father alright?" I asked, standing to my feet.

"Yes." She nodded immediately. "Actually, he is very much stable now." On hearing her words, I released a sigh of relief. Thank the goddess!

"Then what has you looking so..." I was still talking when she cut me off.

"Sebastian has found his mate."

"What?!" Liam stood from his seat this time. He and I shared a look, and I felt like someone had punched me in the gut.

"I had eavesdropped on the conversation one of the council chiefs had been having with uncle Justin."

"My father?" Liam asked in suprise.

"Yes." She nodded. "Apparently, Sebastian's mate turns out to be the rumoured all powerful she-wolf from the Blood moon pack; Audrey Chadwick."

What the hell? I was perfectly fucked now. Sebastian had found his mate before me, and it turned out to be none other than Audrey Chadwick. We all knew what that meant? I was most probably never going to inherit the throne. The odds were completely against me.