Novel & Cerita The Owl House King Dad

He was too injured to do so. “Remember this, Katniss! No matter what they tell you, there are no other wolf fit to rule the kingdom than you. You are made for the crown. You just have to believe it. You are my chosen crown princess, my chosen Alpha Queen. Come back one day and prove everyone wrong. Now, get out of here!” Dad howled. “Don’t ever look back!” I nodded and left. I ran as far as I could. But I still ended up looking back. When I did, I saw Dad on the ground. And I watched how Earl had fallen soon after.

Drew growled stalking towards him. “Look Oliver I went to London to find her father, he is supposed to help. I don’t even know how this is going to work. Her father Nathaniel is King, but no one remembers because of King Gideon. If we can convince the Council that King Gideon is not a true King then all of this will go away.”

“What brings you here at this time?” I sat on the couch and my dad sat in his recliner. That chair is his favorite spot in the house. He sits and watches all the wolf games on the TV normally. But today, he is talking to me. This is why I love my dad. He always gave me attention. Jasper never did. He just called me weak. If he could see me now, he would know how monumentally he fucked up. “I met King Jaxon and Queen Sable today. Prince Jude is mated to Ivana.” I said.

My sister always got away with everything, so I naturally became Dad's favorite guinea pig to make an example of. When we were little, my sister refused to eat vegetables. He threw me into the bathroom, locked me in for five days without food, and starved me until I vomited blood. My sister was so terrified that she never dared to be a picky eater again. When we got older, she became obsessed with video games. Dad tied me to the computer and ordered me to play nonstop for thirty hours until my eyes bled. My sister swore she would never touch a computer again, and only then did he stop. Later, once puberty hit, my sister refused to wear thermal underwear. When Dad found out, he threw me

Oliver's (Olly) POV "It should have been me, mama!" I shouted once my parents arrived home. "Olly, we have been over this. Do you think this was an easy decision? The king knew all along that I birthed a daughter and not a son. He's always known!" my mother shouted. "What if the same thing that happened to you happens to Tavi? I cannot live with that. She should not be made to submit to a ranked wolf and not find her mate," I pointed out. "I found my mate, Olly. If things would have played out differently, I may have never found him," she sighed, leaning into my father. "I'm going to the lake with Marlo," I said, dismissing myself.

"My loyalty towards this family drives me to thrive to get work done around this house." "Oh, is that so?" Keisha asked halfheartedly. "Boy, if only the owners were around to actually hear you pledge your allegiance. Mr King Senior is away on business whilst Mr King Junior is probably never coming back to the mansion, so there's that. And you need to stop calling this place a house; it's anything but." Grace placed her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you have also been initiated into that crew of ungrateful gossiping maids," she voiced accusingly.

Mum looks at Dad and nods slightly. Dad looks at me. “When your mother was pregnant with you, she was quite ill. The pack doctor didn’t know how to help her. Orrin Dalgaard had just been crowned King of Zidiah after his father’s death and was visiting the neighbouring packs. “When he arrived here, he wanted to meet our Luna. I explained why she couldn’t meet with him, and he asked me to take him to her.” I watch as my mother squeezes my father’s hand in comfort. They’ve never mentioned any of this to me in the past. Sure, I knew that Mum was ill while carrying me, that’s not a secret. But I didn’t know the King had been here at that time.

His eyes were a deep blue, like the night sky and he carried himself like a man in charge, fitting as he was the king after all. “Father. I would like you to meet Kara Ravenfield or Yarrow. Kara, this is my father Callan Horne, King of the dragons.” I stood up and looked up at the king, giving a respectful bow before holding my hand for him to shake and gripping it firmly while doing so. He looked me up and down, giving me an assessing look before he nodded once and smiled brightly.

Guards rushed in and held him down. The younger Caelum stood up and brushed the dust off his robe. He looked down at the version of himself on the floor. “Take this lunatic away. He’s been impersonating the King of the Gods. Throw him into the Pit of Lightning. He doesn’t come out. Ever.” The guards dragged Caelum toward the door. He fought them the whole way, screaming that he was the King of the Gods, that he was, that they would all regret this. The sound got farther and farther away, until the doors closed.

“Matthew is your father, but he isn’t Daddy to you. Does that make sense?” Owen tilts his head in confusion. “I want a dad, mommy,” he says instead. Guilt creeps through me. I didn’t realize it affected him so much that he’s been yearning to have a father in his life.