Chapter 5- The New King

CALEB’S POV

The strong scent of the poisonous liquid hit my nostrils; I covered my nose in disgust. I didn't want to risk anything, the strong scent was as deadly as the liquid itself. I slipped the liquid in my father's morning tea and stirred it lightly; a green light smoke dispensed from the tea.

Great. Now it was a tasteless, odorless poison. Thanks Lola. I mindlinked her.

Being an alpha prince forever was getting boring; I needed more power. More control. And the old fool wasn't dying anytime soon so that I could get that throne. I watched his over confidence when Samantha bursted out about Aurora's sudden strength, Dexter's supposed prophecy from Agatha. It seems I would remain with nothing while the old fool gets stronger.

I summoned Rose, Samantha's nanny, to my chambers at once.

“Sir, you called for me?” she said, her hands trembling as she approached my bed.

“Relax, you're not my type. I can't fuck you,” I groaned. Bored and exasperated, my reputation must have spread like wildfire. I cannot even count how many servants I have fucked in this castle or this dreadful kingdom.”

She let out a sigh of relief. I rolled my eyes. How pathetic.

“I need you to take this to the king,” I smirked. “Make sure he takes it; the king loves his tea specially prepared.”

“But….I am supposed to prepare Her Highness Samantha for her cheerleading practice.” She trembled, clearly avoiding my gaze.

“Are you disobeying your future king?” I growled.

“No, Your Highness. I have duties for the princess too,” she muttered. “ Isn't that my royal duty? To serve the princess only.”

“Oh, is that so, you think I am insane for summoning you and ordering you to do something… Then you deserve to be punished for disobeying me,” I grinned. “Come closer.”

She slowly approached my bed, fear oozed out of her body. I could smell her adrenaline. Perfect.

I grabbed her by the hand tightly and threw the sheets off my naked body.

“Blow me,” I spat. Her eyes were tearing, a clear sign of weakness.

How pathetic.

“But…” Her perfectly round eyes beaming with tears.

“Now!!” I growled. I raised one eyebrow and looked to my side—oh, how I loved control. I smirked into the mirror.

I felt her tiny warm hands wrap around my cock and her lips parting to take in my big dick. She let out soft moans, as she did her thing with the tongue.

“Hmmm, that's more like it.” I stared at her small frame. Her silent sobs were music to my ears.

When I am king—wait, I am already king—the old man just needs to die.

I will have every maiden at my feet. So many bitches to fuck.

When I felt bored of Rose, her slurping and licking wasn't so bad, I pushed her off the bed, and she winced in pain.

Rolling my eyes in disbelief. What a crybaby.

“I hope you enjoyed it."

"Next time, I will make you do more if you ever reject my orders,” I barked.

I took the black robe from the wardrobe and wore it, taking the tray that contained the tea specially made for the king… my sweet father.

I walked out, feeling fulfilled.

I entered his chambers; there he lay on the bed.

“Ah, my son, come. I was about to call you,” my father smiled.

The poor man doesn't know he's about to meet his ancestors. Say hello to Alpha Richard.

“Good morning, Father, I made you some tea. Just how you love it.” I put the tray on the bed to his side.

He smiled and took the cup to his nose, then to his mouth.

How clueless.

My heart pounded against my chest; I hoped he wouldn't notice I spiked it. Plus, I made sure I blocked my mind from anyone reading it.

Being a wolf is exhausting. I wonder if vampires get to deal with this type of stuff.

“Caleb, I wanted to tell you that we will be postponing your crowning ceremony to your next birthday. You are not ready to be king yet. A crowned prince needs a lot of wisdom and knowledge. You're still young, and you just found a mate. You need time,” my father said, while sipping on the tea.

I smiled slightly and hugged him.

“Oh, my dear father, I wish I agreed with you. I knew you would do this.” I smiled while standing from his bed and walking towards the mirror.

In a few seconds, he started coughing heavily.

“I look handsome, don't I? A true king.” I strolled over to his bed and held his right hand. There it was…

The ring that was rumoured to have so much power that it was enough to take another wolf's power. Perfect.

Thanks to the guards for tipping me.

It glowed with luxury and enchanting magic.

“What did you do to me!” He coughed more, blood spilling all over.

“Oh, nothing serious. I am just helping you rest faster… Father.”

“I'll take this for you.” I took off his ring and put it on my index finger. I grabbed my golden dagger that I stole from the ancient temples on one of my voyages.

I grabbed my father's dying hand and cut it. The dripping blood from his hand fell straight into the ring. It consumed every bit of his blood.

The ring glowed bright green.

I laughed so hard… “Perfect!!”

My father collapsed on the bed, his body drained of all blood—the royal blood that would make me unstoppable.

The door burst open, barely startling me.