Chapter 17

Lucan’s POV

“You’re disgusting,” she says again. In a louder voice“You’re not an Alpha, and you will never be an alpha”

My fist curls at my side. I want to turn back and punish her. “I will take that as a yes. You love BDSM! Because if you do not love it, you would not be pushing me to treat you roughly.” I want to grab her by the throat, make her scream again. I want to fuck her. Not for her to enjoy it, but for her to suffer. But I cannot do these

Because outside this door, Alfonso is waiting. And if I keep him waiting any longer, he will pour his wrath on me

So I clench my teeth and force myself to walk away.

“When I come back, we will deal with this,” I say. "Stay here. When I come back, you better be ready to be fucked by me or I won't be so polite to ask,” I say again before I close the door shut.

Immediately, I closed the door. The thoughts of why I closed it begin to irritate me. I had to leave what I was enjoying to come and attend to nonsense.This is what I hate about being an alpha. The constant interruptions, the responsibilities that come with it, the need to bow and kiss the ass of those with more power. But we will make sure that this ass kissing is not for long. One day, I'll be the one others fear to interrupt. One day, I'll be the one who makes Alfonso himself wait. One day Alfonso will kiss my ass.

Responsibilities. I hate the sound of that.

But I'll endure it. I will bow to whoever I need to bow to. I will be the dummy that they want me to be. But one day while I am smiling, I will bring my sword out when they do not notice and I will kill

One day, Alfonso himself will kneel before me. He will be for mercy, but I would not be kind to give that to him. I will kill him and I will take his place. I will be the fucking alpha king soon

I believe in my dreams. I once dreamt that I was going to be the alpha. And I am now. I took down Alpha Holland. I can’t take down anyone in the werewolf world

As I walk toward the waiting room, I suddenly think of Danika. She's there, helpless and waiting for me. When I get back, we will do the BDSM I talked about. I anticipate what I am going to do to her. I have not even started. By the time I'm done, she'll wish she were dead. She'll beg for death, but I won't grant it. Not until I've taken everything from her. Not until I have broken her till she submits and obeys me always- even when I cough, she will respond in submission. Not until I've bred her like the omega she is.

And when I am done breeding her, I will pass her around to whoever in the pack that pays the most. She will be my breeding cow and my money making machine. I know that I will make so much money off her. I know that a whole lot of males in the pack will love to knot the former alpha’s daughter who was once a princess. The thought alone will drive the highest bidder to me. And when I am finally done making money off her. I will decide what to do next- sell her off? Kill her? I don’t know yet.

I am finally in front of the waiting room. I feel a bit nervous. What does Alpha Alfonso want? I take several quick breaths in and out to boost my morale. I have come to the point where I have to pretend to be respectful and hospitable as I can

I push open the doors and step inside.

Alfonso sits in the chair for Alpha visitors. His very presence on the black high back chair makes it look as if it is a throne

I can't deny that his aura is royal. His presence is regal and the immediate impact of his presence gets to me. He does not speak yet, but I understand that he is so powerful. The way he sits, it is as if the air filters the best for him to breathe in. I can see the power in his frame. This is a man who has killed with his bare hands, who has torn apart enemies and smiled while doing it because of how effortless it is to him.

Now what does this brutal Alpha want from me?

I want to be like him. I think to myself without bridle and I immediately curse myself for it. How can I be so stupid to want to be like my enemy? I don't want to be like alpha Alfonso. That is too s for the kind of future I want to mute for myself. I don’t want to be like anyone. I want to be Lucan the strongest and the most feared

"Alpha Alfonso," I say, forcing a respectful smile. "What an unexpected honor."

He nods once- barely moving his head. When he speaks, his voice is low. "Lucan, you kept everything”

The way he says my name makes me hate him more. He doesn’t referred to me as alpha. I am sure he looks down on me. Don’t worry, very soon he will look up to me while begging me.

I force myself to smile like a gracious host. “Urgent pack matters. Forgive me.”

He nods

"Ah!” I fake a wide smile. “I hope my servants have been attending to you properly. Have they offered you anything to drink? Food? Entertainment? Do you need anything?" I ask, hating myself for being an ass licker

"Yes," he replies simply. He doesn’t even care to match my energy. Perhaps he know I am fake

But I also know that most times he doesn’t like talking too much. Every detail about him screams power He feels so big and I so… so small

I hate him so much. I hate myself too for feeling this way around him. I hate the way he makes me feel small. His present makes me feel unfulfilled. As if everything I have achieved is nonsense. I hate the fact that I fear him

"I home the journey here wasn't too stressful ?" I continue, sitting into the chair across from him.

He doesn't answer that question. Instead just looks as if he wants to study the kind of person I am. When he finally speaks, his words cold

"Your pack owes mine a considerable debt."

Straight to business. No pleasantries, no small talk. Just the cold, hard facts. I should have expected as much. Alfonso isn't known for wasting time on pleasantries or nonsense

"I'm aware of the debt," I reply, though the words stick in my throat. "But it was Alpha Holland is dead”

“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to kill him,” I know what that statement means- it means I still owe him the debt. And the debt is so big

I adjust on my seat and tell him what he wants to hear. “I've been meaning to discuss the terms of repayment."

"Okay," even his voice sounds threatening and it leaves shaken. It makes the hair in my body stand. I have goosebumps all over.

"Alpha Holland owes you money and I understand that I have to pay you back," I say carefully. "But only recently took control of the pack."

Alfonso smiles. “Previous alpha. You mean your stepfather."

The way he says it makes me angry. Everybody knows what I did, but nobody throws it into my face like this.

"It was a tragic loss,” I say simply

"I'm sure it was." Alfonso's voice is so straightforward and emotionless. "Nevertheless, the debt remains. Two thousand in gold, plus interest. I hope you know?”

Two hundred thousand? What the hell!? I only knew that Holland had a debt but I didn’t know that it was this big. What was he even thinking when he took the loan? We don’t have that kind of money in this pack

"That's... a huge sum," I manage to say.

"Yes." Alfonso leans forward slightly, "Which is why I came personally to discuss it."

"You could have sent a messenger," I say, though I immediately hated the words. I didn’t want my question to sound as though I was challenging his methods or calling him stupid for coming himself.

Alfonso's smile widens, but his eyes are cold. "I could have. But this debt has been outstanding for six years. My patience is not unlimited. I hope you know that if you are not able to pay the debts, you would have to give up your pack to me? By force or willingly”