Chapter 3

Jacob’s POV

The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it.

I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that.

She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

I have already assigned her as the new servant of Luna Mercylle, my wife.

Luna Mercylle doesn’t quite want her, but I told her she came from an omega family and not some rogue werewolf that I found in the forest.

“She’s beautiful, has fair skin, and a slender body with a full bust that I’m sure the Alpha King has always loved.” Luna Mercylle sarcastically said as she eyed the omega she-wolf I just brought.

“If I wanted to fuck her, I should’ve done it the first time I saw her. I should’ve owned her as my whore and used her body every night I desire. But I didn’t, Mercylle.”

I took her hands, pulled her toward me as I drew kisses on her temple.

“I’ve married you, given you my name, and named you as my Luna. Tell me what it is that I haven’t given you yet that you still want?”

Luna Mercylle encircled her arms on my nape. “Your heart. Your love. I want the whole of you, not just your highness and name, not only your physical body but also your soul.”

My eyes wandered around her face, trying to search something I’ve been looking for my whole life.

Luna Mercylle is beautiful and elegant, a high-born, daughter of one of the most powerful Lord of Pack in the wilding forest, and yet I still found it not enough to love her.

For years, I’ve tried. I swear to the moon goddess I’ve tried. Every night I consummated with her, every morning that greeted me with her face, I prayed to the moon goddess to grace me and love her.

But that's the only thing we could do… to try and to hope for the better.

“Your grace, full moon is coming, a new breed of werewolves will transform and Prince Alex is one of them. His wedding with the daughter of Alpha Martis is coming next.” My beta Laurence said as we walked back to my room.

I’m well aware of that. Two weeks later is the full moon so we gotta clean every dirt that rogues have brought upon the palace.

“I need to teach my son first how to truly be an heir. He needs to learn before he even transforms.” I said then faced Laurence when we’re in front of my door. “Tell my son to come here, I’ve got something to discuss with him.”

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My door creaked open as my son, Prince Alex, entered.

“Father, you want to speak to me.” He said, standing straight and so formal as if he is already taking his position seriously.

Alex is a humorous man. He loves to drink wine, to play with whores and fuck them in his royal bed, and instances are that countrymen question if he has a royal blood in his veins because of the way he acts.

At my age 43, I am confident that I would rule and sit on this throne long before I pass it to my son. However, the recent events—the attacks from rogues—made me think that I needed to strengthen the line of succession.

“I heard you were in the castle aisle last night.” I stood to give him a map that the best artist in the city has made for my request.

“Yes, father. It’s the night of choosing.” He answered while nodding his head, expecting me to refrain myself from asking him more of a question. “What is this?” His forehead creased when I handed him the map.

“The map of the wilding forest. Last night, the rebels attacked the east of the palace, took our meat and some gold and silver there, leaving with only nothing in that part of the city.” I said with a hint of my tone that he should be the one leading the command of the palace last night.

Alex shook his head, bowing for a little. “I didn’t know–”

“That’s because you were spending your time fucking whores after whores. If my calculation is correct, you have fucked more women than completed duties as Prince and heir to the throne.”

“Pardon me, father. But I didn’t have sex last night. My whore didn’t–”

“After all that I’ve said to you, your concern was still on your damn cock? When you should’ve been concerned about the werewolves in the east of the palace!” My chest heaved at the sudden rise of my anger, shaking my head in further disappointment that Alex is giving me. “Your whore was with me last night. And starting today, you don’t own her anymore. She’s mine to command, to torment, and anything that I want to do with her she would follow.”

“But, father–”

“You will go to the Thirt Pack, get a talk with Lord Luther, and make him remember the oath he has made.” I emphasized, holding Alex on his shoulders with so much grip.

He was confused for a moment, but the longer he searched for an answer in my eyes, the more he learned.

Alex then nodded.

“You will march south today and you will reach Thirt Pack by tomorrow. The whole palace is expecting you to do your duties this time, Alex. Show them you’re capable of leading and protecting the city and rule the four thrones.”

The Kingsguard has reported to me that the werewolves who attacked the east of the palace were not rogues.

They have a commander who led the attack, and that commander was wearing a sigil of a highly pack. Although nobody was reported dead, they have taken the reserved meat of the east, causing troubles to my throne.

Now, I wonder who is making the attack on the palace. It’s not just a simple attack, they are threatening everyone until they lose their hope and trust in me. But I'll make sure it never happens.