Alpha’s Obsession, Luna’s Revenge:

Donnell's POV

I couldn't have directly known whether my dad had a chance to hear me harangue the unfortunate guard. I was not sure whether there were hidden cameras as reported by this unfortunate guard.

But the next day I noticed through iron grilled doors of my cell that confirmed my suspicion. Two hefty guards suddenly frisked the unfortunate guard tightly closing his mouth and face. It became clear to me that this guard was actually loyal to me and secondly, he must have been frisked away on the order of my dad, Alpha William Wolf.

There was nothing I could do now. I simply had to wait for the orders. I was pretty sure my dad must have seen my video clips. Otherwise, why would this guard be frisked away? The manner in which they frisked the guard was rude and violent.

It wasn't like kidnapping. It was like a deliberate violent step. The two hefty guards pounced on him and punched him when he struggled, closed his mouth, and frisked away violently. It could only mean two things. Number one, the order had come from the highest level and secondly, the order must have been conveyed in harsh terms.

I say the order must have come from the highest level because I had seen the ways of my dad. The way he gave the command to those lower down in the hierarchy like the army generals, prison commanders, and others was in a violent mood and temperament. Like he would make faces, and enact what was to be done while speaking.

If he gave the command to frisk away someone, he would not say "Bring the person to me" or "Arrest him". He would instead shout in a commanding voice 'How the hell is he roaming freely, you sons of bitches. Get the hell out of him, here" while making violent facial expressions and punching action.

My dad is so suspicious that I am still not sure if he would believe I really meant what I told the guard while lecturing him. I only hoped he would consider my speech as my unflinching evidence to stand by his side. Unfortunately, he is the kind of Alpha who would think, there must be something deeper down the surface that Mark Donnell is acting so differently.

Can you believe it? My dad executed my granddad on mere suspicion. Unlike my dad, my granddad Wilber Wolf was kind and benevolent. One day, my dad told my grandad, "Dad you have been King Alpha for a pretty long time now. It's time for you to quit."

My granddad wasn't surprised because he was used to such ridiculous demands from his son. He told him, "Son, you are not even 18. The citizen wolves in our kingdom will not approve of it. Wait till 18, get married and I will willingly relinquish the throne for you."

My dad agreed because, in less than a year from that day, he would turn 18.

And one day my dad came with an ordinary omega, Sonia. My dad forced my grandad to agree to their marriage. My dad advised him to wait till he turned 18. My dad not only refused to obey him but also went ahead and married her.

Sonia is not my mom. She is Luke's mom.

My Mom, I am told was a whore in a brothel. My dad used to frequent brothels and whorehouses since an early age.

My granddad used to counsel him as to the difference between ordinary wolves and royal loves. Royal wolves do not visit whorehouses.

My grandad used to tell my dad that the Regal class had their harem, but my dad is unsophisticated. He would hardly follow the decorum expected of a prince when spending time in the harem.

He was sexually a deviant. He would never be satisfied with one on one. He would have a bevy of naked beauties around him. He would hurt them biting and tearing their boobs. He is so sadistic that his sexual acts ended in blood baths and mayhem.

He enjoyed ogling at shrieking naked harem women begging for their lives. My dad, a necrophile would play sexually with the corpses. He is so vicious that he would think not twice before shoving his sharp instrument into these females till they bathed into a pool of blood.

My compassionate grandad had the harem closed for good because he knew when subjects get discontented, they can give rise to a violent movement bound to overthrow the king and his family.

And when my dad turned 18, the day he was waiting for nearly months, he forced my granddad to relinquish the throne. He did not stop there.

He used to hurt and inflict violence upon his wife Sonia. My grandad used to console Sonia. One day, my grandad could not help himself when he heard the lashing sound. My dad was beating Sonia mercilessly.

Just then my grandad intervened and confronted my son directly. "Mend your ways, son, or else…"

"Or else what…." My dad howled in anger, and continued, "are you her lover….a secret lover?"

"Tell me what's your relationship with her?'

"Do you love her?" he went on shouting and repeating.

And then he began laughing like a maniac.

I and Luke were young kids. We continued watching fearfully.

Suddenly he stopped laughing and gave them an outrageous command.

He was mad in anger. He commanded with venom oozing out of his mouth," Now you two let me see how good is your performance."

My grandad was shocked in disbelief, "Open your clothes, old man, and f… this woman right here," and saying so, my dad tore grandad's clothes with the dagger he had and, in the process, lacerated my granddad.

The mayhem had just begun

"Do you hear me?" he shouted shoving the naked and bruised grandfather over the naked Sonia.

The scene was pathetic, while my dad was dancing naked and frenzied.

In retrospect, now I believe my dad is sexually such a deviant that voyeurism, sadism, exhibitionism, and all pathetic forms of sexual deviance easily apply to him.

He maimed Sonia, my granddad, and himself brandishing his dagger in all directions without caring whether he was hurt or not.

My grandad and Sonia met their pathetic end that night, while dad survived physically lacerated.

The next day my dad declared himself a king. He doted on his younger son, Luke. He thought I am too soft, too compassionate, and too much docile to be a king. Had it not been for my dearest Luna Selene, I would have never become a king.

But that is a story for the next time.

As I was thinking about my dad, suddenly two guards opened the doors, approached me carefully, masked me and frisked me away.

I thought probably my dad having heard my speech had ordered the guards to bring me to him. I was not surprised because the way I was taken is typically the style of my dad.

And when they opened my eyes....