His Will

Theoden's POV  

First, wait for the little lady of Draven to wake up and let her know what's happening. Second, let her work for me, as that's the only way to be close.  

She was an heiress to what the Draven had left, so I'd use that to my advantage. She must be gullible after all.  

"Why do you sound like you detest her? Isn't it a good thing grandfather smiled before he died? Or are you jealous?" My wolf asked.  

I clenched my jaw. He shouldn't ask me those unnecessary questions. Why did my grandfather's dying words include a girl of another family?  

Rufus returned to my office and slid the burial poster on my table. My eyes tarried on it before I nodded. He would keep it on the gate; my grandfather had wanted that and kept a poster printed and ready.  

He said he wanted his enemies to breathe a sigh of relief when they'd see that he was dead.  

But what they wouldn't know would be that his death marked the beginning of all their troubles because his one and only grandson still walked their earth.  

"Yes? You can get out now."  

Rufus raised his head. "What about the girl? You said you had hit her an hour ago. Is she okay now? Should we take her to the hospital?"  

That had escaped my mind. I waved dismissively. "She will get better. She's a ranked wolf after all." Another reason why I wouldn't mind her company here. I noticed Rufus's surprised expression but ignored it if it would be concerning the girl.  

"After my grandfather's burial, arrange to go to the Draven. Let it be tomorrow so that old man isn't hunting me. We need to settle everything with her step family and get her out finally."  

I noticed the small smirk on Rufus's face before he left. I sighed. My old man couldn't encourage me to keep the family's legacy of terror but instead, he brought a new member into the family.  

"Greta, let's go." I sprang up from my seat the moment I sensed another young man. He paused, staring at space like a fish when I walked past him. He followed after.  

"Boss, how did you know I was already there? This surprises me because you act a lot like my Alpha, but less creepy and you know what."  

I hated when he compared me to his perverted abuser. I pulled the boy towards me to let some nannies walk past with trays. He never looked where he was going.  

"We are going to investigate and question the thief of last night. You actually." I changed the topic.  

His eyes darkened and he increased his pace. His eyes were less puffy from crying about grandfather's death so it was time to return to the usual.  

That's the only thing that put him back on track – promise of violence. I didn't know if I should be encouraging that in a seventeen-year-old that had his identity stolen from him by a father figure, but that was the life he got as a second chance.  

We arrived at the back of the Chang's mansion, our most recent makeshift base after Rufus replaced the owners.  

The heirs were tied at the backyard with their cattle. Greta threw the door open and cackled when he saw them mixed up with their animals.  

I could barely recognise the pompous Chinese man that caused a fight with my grandfather. "You're still alive?" I asked sarcastically, since he had acted like he'd die of shame last time.  

I leaned on the wall, leaving Greta to go forward and handle him.  

"You wish your old man was, don't you?" he hissed.  

My brows creased but they straightened when Greta's fists landed squarely on his nose, breaking it and giving it a new shape.  

I shook my head slightly. "You always manage to leave a sour taste in my mouth. Which other sour skill do you have, apart from stealing from me and trading young children from your country?"  

His younger brother had tape over his mouth so his red eyes and tear-stained face were the only indication that he didn't enjoy his new residence.  

"You know very well that it was you who broke the agreement." The man groaned, still feeling pain from Greta's punch. "My other businesses aren't your business."  

I leaned down to be on the same eye level with the liar. "That's not how I remember it. You're supposed to get five million dollars from the contract, and only five. Why did we end up with twenty million instead of ninety-five? Did you get extra from selling the kids to the countries that we did business with?"  

His teeth gritted and I smirked. His hair was pulled up and Greta's fists met his face, repeatedly, leaving a dent in his features. I watched his brother whimper as his older brother got beaten up.  

"If you have a better explanation, I'd hear it." I told the younger brother.  

His eyes narrowed at me, but his hateful gaze wouldn't do as much as a scratch to me. They only survived this long because I had been dealing with my grandfather's illness.  

Now that the old man died, and pissed me off by putting me on babysitting duty, I'd be sure to take it out on each of them that owed me even a cent.  

Greta finally let out a sigh after exhausting himself and the beaten, broken man looked like he had lost a bit of weight as he lay sprawled on the ground.  

"So, if I let you live another hour, would I be getting the remaining seventy-five million? Or should I just go ahead and sell the remaining 65% of Chang Empire?"  

The latter would be more profitable for me, but being in business with them after this wouldn't be bad either. He had his ways to get better profits. Also, I'd have to manage the new Chang Empire and I already had a lot on my plate.  

His breathing slowed, so I stretched my 'kindness' and gave him time to catch his breath. "I will... I will... give back what I owe. Double it even... if you return all of Chang to me."  

No can do. The other 35% were already up for sale to the highest bidder and that would be me. I just needed it to cause enough attention before I'd take it back.  

"You don't give the options. I do. There's a third option and that's you dying here, your little brother becomes my new puppet in running the empire and returning my money. But of course, the empire lives so that's good, right?"  

His face constricted and he folded his hands. His family would always be his weak point. I tsked, and strolled towards him.  

"If you don't want that, Mister Chang. Pay up. You have twenty minutes and Greta here would let you use his secured phone to call anyone you need to. I know you have your secretary's number in your head so tell her to do the needful. Afterwards, I'll release you… when I feel like it."  

He had no other objections and I left the backyard and the horrible stench it was filled with. Greta stayed behind for him to make his call. I dialled Rufus's number.  

"It seems I'd not end up being the sole owner of the Chang empire so I have time on my hands." I sighed, as that weight lifted off my shoulder. "Bring the car around, and call them to have the girl in another."  

Let's settle everything about that now.  

"Um… I called recently and she's still not awake." Rufus replied.  

My body went cold, and I switched my phone to the other hand. She was still passed out? I felt a growing panic rising from the pit of my stomach.  

"Let's go back home."