Chapter 69: Chapter 69: CHOKING DADDY DEAREST

AZRAEL

“Waiting for you for your eleven‑o‑clock meeting in his office. You’re over an hour late.”

“Perfect.”

I rise from where I sit, putting on my business attitude for the events that are about to go down, before stalking towards the Alpha’s office with steady steps, Eros following closely behind as always.

Every face we run into on the way there is filled with terror the moment they set their eyes on us—bowing before scurrying away.

Their reaction is perfectly tantalizing, one of the perks of being a ruthless Lycan king.

I stop at the door to his office, kicking it in roughly and ripping the large doors off their hinges with ease.

Ottomar, on the other side, rises to his feet abruptly the moment I make my dramatic entrance. He does a quick bow at a ninety‑degree angle the moment our eyes meet.

“Your Majesty,” he greets, managing not to stutter and keeping a calm countenance contrary to the effect I was hoping to get out of him.

I grunt, plopping onto the large fancy couch in his office.

“Let’s cut right through the bullshit, Ottomar, and waste no more time. I’m angry.” I announce casually, leaning back into the couch.

Eros shuts the door behind me.

His shoulders visibly stiffen, knowing exactly what the implication means.

Normally someone would have lost their head by now, but I have already shown mercy by making it known first instead. A great mercy I don’t bestow on anyone.

Basically, I’m giving him a second chance to right every one of his wrongs—no matter what they are.

He’d be wise to take it.

Eyebrows crease with worry, shoulders flinch.

“What have I done to anger His Majesty?”

“A lot, actually.”

I lean back, crossing my legs on the coffee table in front of me, watching his reactions intently.

“Usually, I’d pretend like I give a shit about your hospitality and observe you for a few more days, but all of that’s gotten too boring. So I’ll go directly and lay all the cards on the table—give you the chance to come clean. I know you’ve been making contact with the rebelling factions for the past four weeks.”

His face turns as pale as sheets too fast, revealing more than he intends to facially. It’s exactly the reaction I was hoping for.

Shock with a hint of fear.

“Don’t look so surprised. I have eyes and ears everywhere. The only thing I haven’t been able to figure out is what it is you lot are planning behind my back.”

“It’s all a misunderstanding, Your Majesty. I’m innocent!” he blurts out suddenly, choosing the denial route—which is sadly disappointing.

I was hoping for something more entertaining—an excuse to rough him up a bit.

“Innocent?” I raise a brow, barely able to hold my laughter from his choice of words. “You, Ottomar Wilderose, are anything but innocent.”

I rise from the couch, slowly stalking closer toward him until I’m standing on the other side of his desk, facing him.

His eyes remain focused downward, not daring to hold my gaze.

“I’ve been compiling a number of files composed of your criminal activities—fraud, embezzlement, wolf trafficking… child abuse—and I’ve let it all slide because none of it was my business. But you do not want to add fucking with me to your list.”

I reach out, placing a hand on his shoulder, and he begins to tremble visibly, sweat dripping down the side of his face.

“So tell me… what are they planning, Ottomar?”

My fingers dig deeper into his shoulder with added pressure.

“There’s no plan.” He doesn’t bother ruminating on my threat, speaking up without hesitation. “I swear on the lives of my daughters. It’s just the usual plots to increase their number, plus they’ve been offering me bribes to join them. But I’m loyal to you. My family has always been loyal to the crown.”

He announces his devotion with so much earnestness it’s almost convincing.

I stare at him for seconds longer, deliberating on every word said and the silent words being spoken with his actions—dragging on the silence for added effect—before I break into a smile again.

“Well, if you say so.”

I retract my hand, clapping with satisfaction.

He relaxes again, letting out a sigh of relief.

“I’m still not pleased, Ottomar. I get the feeling you’re not terrified enough of how fast I can ruin things for you. I’m still the crazy lunatic that will end your family if any one of you so much as breathes wrongly.”

“How about I make it up to you for crossing you?”

He looks up, desperate to make up for the displeasure.

“I have more daughters. You can pick anyone—as many of them as you like. You can take them all, if that’s what you desire.”

Somehow he’s able to make me more disgusted than I have been in a while. I was angry before walking in, able to hide it behind the mask of business, but I’m suddenly hit with a wave of it.

My hands shoot forward, grabbing him by the neck and choking him fast. I react more violently than I usually would.

“Shut up.”

I growl in a deep, inhumane tone, feeling my beast just at the brink of baring his fangs.

I find myself wondering if he’d offered her up like this too—to someone else—just to gain favor. If maybe he’d have given her away if I hadn’t made an offer for one of his daughters first.

I want to snap his windpipe and wash the filth of touching him off with his own blood.

“Your Majesty!” Eros yells, snapping me out of the blood rage.

I quickly realize what I’m doing—that I’m actually about to kill an important, vital key to our investigations over something completely insignificant.

Something that shouldn’t matter at all.

A simple toy. A mere pet meant for entertainment.

“Sorry about that.” I blink, letting the poor bastard go.

He plops to the floor, wheezing and coughing violently; completely pathetic. Too pathetic to bother wasting another second with.

“You’re disgusting, by the way.”

I leave him with my final words, waving him off as I walk for the door with Eros behind me.

The moment we’re out of his office and standing on the other side of the door, I pause again, replaying that brief moment of blinding rage at the back of my mind.

What the fuck was that? Why did I react so explosively?

Normally I’d be overjoyed at the idea of a sex orgy—and with a bunch of sisters no less (the pregnant one being an added bonus).

The more sacrilegious it is, the more kinky.

Rather than the pleasure of fucking an entire family of hot women, I wanted to pound a hole right through his fucking skull.

I still do.

“Your Majesty, do you really think he’s telling the truth about refusing their offer?” Eros draws my attention back to the mission at hand.

The one that has begun to take a very interesting turn.

“Hell no. That idiot’s not telling the truth—maybe because he believes whatever they’re plotting is worth it, enough to protect him from me. All of this is just to rattle him a bit so he makes a mistake and reveals one of his cards too early.”

All that’s left to do is watch and wait for him to slip up.

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