Chapter 118: Teaching A Lesson
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Caelan looked out of the window, his eyes falling on the stars filled sky. The night was calm and even though was cold, it was still pleasant. However, Caelan's mood was anything but pleasant. He was in distress as he thought about how his father had switched sides the moment he had found a better person who could help him achieve his dreams and fulfill his selfish desires.
His eyes were filled with dismay as he smiled satirically when he recalled what his father had told him a few days ago when the invitations for the contest had been sent out. Although he had performed his duty as the ruling King, he was reluctant to give up his position as the King of all werewolves.
"Father," He sighed and swirled the wine in his chalice before he took a sip. "How quickly you abandoned me when you realized that I would not be able to win against Azimir? I am not surprised though." He thought and stared far ahead. His eyes were unfocused and clouded. He was slowly getting intoxicated as the wine started to meddle with his senses and Caelan let out a chuckle in self loathing.
"A person who can sell his own sister for his greed, I am not surprised that he would try to sacrifice his son once he becomes useless." Caelan mumbled and sipped his wine again. He recalled the day when he had seen his aunt for the first time and that day had been the last time too.
She looked nothing like he had assumed her to be. With her haggard and wrinkled face, she looked ugly and Caelan felt nothing but disgust for her. He despised her. But now....
Another chuckle escaped his lips and he drowned the wine in his chalice. "I do not loathe you now, Aunt Edith. I now pity you for having such a brother who had no regard for your life. I now sympathize with you for soon, I will be meeting the same fate as you. My father, your brother will now abandon me for his gains."
He lifted his chalice when he saw that it was empty, he clicked his tongue lightly and filled it with wine to the brim.
"Only this time, I will at least have the title of Alpha of our kingdom. Alpha of Setia." He shook his head and emptied more than half of the chalice. "Who wants to just be the Alpha of a kingdom when I can be the Alpha King and rule the world?" He scoffed lightly and licked his lips to clear the traces of wine on them.
Slowly, he dragged his body towards the mirror and stared at his reflection. He had inherited his father's features mostly, Caelan noticed and a strong sense of resentment that he had against his father started to settle in his heart for himself too. He now started to loathe himself for having such a father, who had no regard for his family. The man was just an abuser and Caelan, for the first time in his life, regretted having such a father.
All these years, he was filled with pride whenever he thought about his father being not just an Alpha but the Alpha King, the King of werewolves. Every time he thought about it, he would be filled with joy and satisfaction. His father had laid the path for him to follow and all he had in mind was to occupy the throne his father so graciously adorned.
But as time passed, he realized that it was not easy to be an Alpha King and only a worthy person could become the ruler of all werewolves. However, Caelan was not worried about it for he had his father. He knew his father would help him to the throne and all he had to do was play his part well in his father's plans.
The situation had changed when Azimir had entered the picture and he realized how difficult it was for him to take over the throne with such a formidable man blocking his way. Moreover, Azimir was not alone. There was another Alpha he was wary about and between them, it could be said that they were both worthy of being the Alpha King. He had no chances of winning against them.
But Caelan had a plan and that was his father. With him around, he had nothing to worry about.
"Alpha of Setia." Caelan snorted and threw the chalice at the mirror, shattering it into pieces. His face was filled with disgust and fury and all of it was directed at his father who now had changed drastically after meeting Azimir.
His expression changed suddenly. His eyes now held determination and cunningness that mirrored his father's. He clenched his fists tight as he stared at the shattered mirror. In the fragments, he could see himself and he fixed his eyes on them, his eyes flashing with resolve.
"The throne of Aranill was made for me, Caelan Myron Gallagher. It belongs to me and I will not allow anyone to snatch it away from me." He gritted his teeth and glared hard at the mirror as though he wanted to kill all those who stood in his way to the throne. His face radiated wickedness and his smile only added more to his evilness.
However, Caelan was long gone to realize that he was exactly like his father and was behaving like him. His was clouded by his desire and rage to notice anything and even more so when his desire to show his father how wrong he had been in not trusting him filled his heart.
Caelan was intoxicated in his greed and fury and his eyes conveyed what his emotions were at that moment. He had discarded the mask he put up in front of him and now, he was just Caelan, the man who was as malicious as his father.
A knock at the door broke his thoughts and Caelan glared at the door, directing all his fury at the person who had intervened him. His jaw ticked and he almost bolted towards the door to teach the person a lesson. But he controlled himself when he saw who it was.
It was the palace guards and he was in no situation to unleash his frustration on them. He masked his expressions and gave them an inquisitive look.
"Is something the matter?" His tone was heavy and the men realized that he was drunk. But they did not react much about it.
"Please forgive us for disturbing you at this time of the night, Your Highness. If not for the urgency of the matter, we would not have come to you at this time." One of the guards stated and lowered his eyes.
"What is it?" Caelan was losing his patience and the guards too realized. So, without beating around the bush, they brought up the matter at hand.
"Your Highness, Commander Aylin visited the maid a few moments ago."
Caelan's expression changed drastically and the guards took a step back instinctively. Although it had been momentary, they could see his eyes gleaming in wickedness and they felt a chill run down their spines. They looked at each other in trepidation before they focused their attention on their prince.
Fortunately for them, his attention was elsewhere and he had not noticed them moving away from him.
"Who did you say visited the maid?" Caelan was now sober and queried again to confirm their words.
"Your High...Highness." The man in the front stuttered and when he saw the man in front of him glaring at him coldly, he gulped in fear. "It was Commander Aylin. She visited the maid."
"Did I not order that no one is allowed to visit her?" His gaze turned cold and extremely terrifying and the man felt their deaths flashing before their eyes. They had never seen the prince this menacing before and for a moment, they did not know what to speak. They just gaped at him with their eyes wide and lips parted.
"I am expecting an answer from you and I hope you give me one before I lose my mind." The warning was evident in his tone and the man broke out of their stupor immediately.
"Yes, Your Highness. You did give out your orders to not allow anyone to meet the maid. But...but..." The man looked at his companion for help.
"But she is the Commander and she has the right to visit the prisoner."
"Ohh, so the Commander is now defying me. Interesting. I never knew that my orders had no value to her and she was free to do as she wished."
Caelan smirked, losing his calm facade. "Inform Commander Aylin that I wish to meet her right now. I need answers from her and she is not allowed to reject my orders. I would like to know why she defied my orders. How bold of her!"
"Yes, Your Highness." The men bowed at him and escaped from the place as though a monster was chasing them.
Caelan just stared at them and entered his room.
"Aylin." He seethed. "Now, are you interfering in my matters? Do you want to stand in my too?" He gnashed his teeth and glared hard at the floor.
"Since you dared to dey my orders, I will show you what I am capable of. Do not blame me for being rude when you broke the rules first."
Caelan then entered his bathroom. He knew he looked unpresentable right and since he was meeting the Commander, he had to change his attire. When he was done cleaning himself up, he stared at the mirror in the bathroom and smiled at himself.
"Commander Aylin, I will teach what will happen when people defy. I hope you will serve as a lesson for others and they will not repeat the mistake."
With that, he walked out of the room, his face devoid of any emotion.. He now had to show held the authority and just the thought of putting Aylin in her place made him giddy with happiness.
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Caelan looked out of the window, his eyes falling on the stars filled sky. The night was calm and even though was cold, it was still pleasant. However, Caelan's mood was anything but pleasant. He was in distress as he thought about how his father had switched sides the moment he had found a better person who could help him achieve his dreams and fulfill his selfish desires.
His eyes were filled with dismay as he smiled satirically when he recalled what his father had told him a few days ago when the invitations for the contest had been sent out. Although he had performed his duty as the ruling King, he was reluctant to give up his position as the King of all werewolves.
"Father," He sighed and swirled the wine in his chalice before he took a sip. "How quickly you abandoned me when you realized that I would not be able to win against Azimir? I am not surprised though." He thought and stared far ahead. His eyes were unfocused and clouded. He was slowly getting intoxicated as the wine started to meddle with his senses and Caelan let out a chuckle in self loathing.
"A person who can sell his own sister for his greed, I am not surprised that he would try to sacrifice his son once he becomes useless." Caelan mumbled and sipped his wine again. He recalled the day when he had seen his aunt for the first time and that day had been the last time too.
She looked nothing like he had assumed her to be. With her haggard and wrinkled face, she looked ugly and Caelan felt nothing but disgust for her. He despised her. But now....
Another chuckle escaped his lips and he drowned the wine in his chalice. "I do not loathe you now, Aunt Edith. I now pity you for having such a brother who had no regard for your life. I now sympathize with you for soon, I will be meeting the same fate as you. My father, your brother will now abandon me for his gains."
He lifted his chalice when he saw that it was empty, he clicked his tongue lightly and filled it with wine to the brim.
"Only this time, I will at least have the title of Alpha of our kingdom. Alpha of Setia." He shook his head and emptied more than half of the chalice. "Who wants to just be the Alpha of a kingdom when I can be the Alpha King and rule the world?" He scoffed lightly and licked his lips to clear the traces of wine on them.
Slowly, he dragged his body towards the mirror and stared at his reflection. He had inherited his father's features mostly, Caelan noticed and a strong sense of resentment that he had against his father started to settle in his heart for himself too. He now started to loathe himself for having such a father, who had no regard for his family. The man was just an abuser and Caelan, for the first time in his life, regretted having such a father.
All these years, he was filled with pride whenever he thought about his father being not just an Alpha but the Alpha King, the King of werewolves. Every time he thought about it, he would be filled with joy and satisfaction. His father had laid the path for him to follow and all he had in mind was to occupy the throne his father so graciously adorned.
But as time passed, he realized that it was not easy to be an Alpha King and only a worthy person could become the ruler of all werewolves. However, Caelan was not worried about it for he had his father. He knew his father would help him to the throne and all he had to do was play his part well in his father's plans.
The situation had changed when Azimir had entered the picture and he realized how difficult it was for him to take over the throne with such a formidable man blocking his way. Moreover, Azimir was not alone. There was another Alpha he was wary about and between them, it could be said that they were both worthy of being the Alpha King. He had no chances of winning against them.
But Caelan had a plan and that was his father. With him around, he had nothing to worry about.
"Alpha of Setia." Caelan snorted and threw the chalice at the mirror, shattering it into pieces. His face was filled with disgust and fury and all of it was directed at his father who now had changed drastically after meeting Azimir.
His expression changed suddenly. His eyes now held determination and cunningness that mirrored his father's. He clenched his fists tight as he stared at the shattered mirror. In the fragments, he could see himself and he fixed his eyes on them, his eyes flashing with resolve.
"The throne of Aranill was made for me, Caelan Myron Gallagher. It belongs to me and I will not allow anyone to snatch it away from me." He gritted his teeth and glared hard at the mirror as though he wanted to kill all those who stood in his way to the throne. His face radiated wickedness and his smile only added more to his evilness.
However, Caelan was long gone to realize that he was exactly like his father and was behaving like him. His was clouded by his desire and rage to notice anything and even more so when his desire to show his father how wrong he had been in not trusting him filled his heart.
Caelan was intoxicated in his greed and fury and his eyes conveyed what his emotions were at that moment. He had discarded the mask he put up in front of him and now, he was just Caelan, the man who was as malicious as his father.
A knock at the door broke his thoughts and Caelan glared at the door, directing all his fury at the person who had intervened him. His jaw ticked and he almost bolted towards the door to teach the person a lesson. But he controlled himself when he saw who it was.
It was the palace guards and he was in no situation to unleash his frustration on them. He masked his expressions and gave them an inquisitive look.
"Is something the matter?" His tone was heavy and the men realized that he was drunk. But they did not react much about it.
"Please forgive us for disturbing you at this time of the night, Your Highness. If not for the urgency of the matter, we would not have come to you at this time." One of the guards stated and lowered his eyes.
"What is it?" Caelan was losing his patience and the guards too realized. So, without beating around the bush, they brought up the matter at hand.
"Your Highness, Commander Aylin visited the maid a few moments ago."
Caelan's expression changed drastically and the guards took a step back instinctively. Although it had been momentary, they could see his eyes gleaming in wickedness and they felt a chill run down their spines. They looked at each other in trepidation before they focused their attention on their prince.
Fortunately for them, his attention was elsewhere and he had not noticed them moving away from him.
"Who did you say visited the maid?" Caelan was now sober and queried again to confirm their words.
"Your High...Highness." The man in the front stuttered and when he saw the man in front of him glaring at him coldly, he gulped in fear. "It was Commander Aylin. She visited the maid."
"Did I not order that no one is allowed to visit her?" His gaze turned cold and extremely terrifying and the man felt their deaths flashing before their eyes. They had never seen the prince this menacing before and for a moment, they did not know what to speak. They just gaped at him with their eyes wide and lips parted.
"I am expecting an answer from you and I hope you give me one before I lose my mind." The warning was evident in his tone and the man broke out of their stupor immediately.
"Yes, Your Highness. You did give out your orders to not allow anyone to meet the maid. But...but..." The man looked at his companion for help.
"But she is the Commander and she has the right to visit the prisoner."
"Ohh, so the Commander is now defying me. Interesting. I never knew that my orders had no value to her and she was free to do as she wished."
Caelan smirked, losing his calm facade. "Inform Commander Aylin that I wish to meet her right now. I need answers from her and she is not allowed to reject my orders. I would like to know why she defied my orders. How bold of her!"
"Yes, Your Highness." The men bowed at him and escaped from the place as though a monster was chasing them.
Caelan just stared at them and entered his room.
"Aylin." He seethed. "Now, are you interfering in my matters? Do you want to stand in my too?" He gnashed his teeth and glared hard at the floor.
"Since you dared to dey my orders, I will show you what I am capable of. Do not blame me for being rude when you broke the rules first."
Caelan then entered his bathroom. He knew he looked unpresentable right and since he was meeting the Commander, he had to change his attire. When he was done cleaning himself up, he stared at the mirror in the bathroom and smiled at himself.
"Commander Aylin, I will teach what will happen when people defy. I hope you will serve as a lesson for others and they will not repeat the mistake."
With that, he walked out of the room, his face devoid of any emotion.. He now had to show held the authority and just the thought of putting Aylin in her place made him giddy with happiness.
Caelan looked out of the window, his eyes falling on the stars filled sky. The night was calm and even though was cold, it was still pleasant. However, Caelan's mood was anything but pleasant. He was in distress as he thought about how his father had switched sides the moment he had found a better person who could help him achieve his dreams and fulfill his selfish desires.His eyes were filled with dismay as he smiled satirically when he recalled what his father had told him a few days ago when the invitations for the contest had been sent out. Although he had performed his duty as the ruling King, he was reluctant to give up his position as the King of all werewolves."Father," He sighed and swirled the wine in his chalice before he took a sip. "How quickly you abandoned me when you realized that I would not be able to win against Azimir? I am not surprised though." He thought and stared far ahead. His eyes were unfocused and clouded. He was slowly getting intoxicated as the wine started to meddle with his senses and Caelan let out a chuckle in self loathing."A person who can sell his own sister for his greed, I am not surprised that he would try to sacrifice his son once he becomes useless." Caelan mumbled and sipped his wine again. He recalled the day when he had seen his aunt for the first time and that day had been the last time too.She looked nothing like he had assumed her to be. With her haggard and wrinkled face, she looked ugly and Caelan felt nothing but disgust for her. He despised her. But now....Another chuckle escaped his lips and he drowned the wine in his chalice. "I do not loathe you now, Aunt Edith. I now pity you for having such a brother who had no regard for your life. I now sympathize with you for soon, I will be meeting the same fate as you. My father, your brother will now abandon me for his gains."He lifted his chalice when he saw that it was empty, he clicked his tongue lightly and filled it with wine to the brim."Only this time, I will at least have the title of Alpha of our kingdom. Alpha of Setia." He shook his head and emptied more than half of the chalice. "Who wants to just be the Alpha of a kingdom when I can be the Alpha King and rule the world?" He scoffed lightly and licked his lips to clear the traces of wine on them.Slowly, he dragged his body towards the mirror and stared at his reflection. He had inherited his father's features mostly, Caelan noticed and a strong sense of resentment that he had against his father started to settle in his heart for himself too. He now started to loathe himself for having such a father, who had no regard for his family. The man was just an abuser and Caelan, for the first time in his life, regretted having such a father.All these years, he was filled with pride whenever he thought about his father being not just an Alpha but the Alpha King, the King of werewolves. Every time he thought about it, he would be filled with joy and satisfaction. His father had laid the path for him to follow and all he had in mind was to occupy the throne his father so graciously adorned.But as time passed, he realized that it was not easy to be an Alpha King and only a worthy person could become the ruler of all werewolves. However, Caelan was not worried about it for he had his father. He knew his father would help him to the throne and all he had to do was play his part well in his father's plans.The situation had changed when Azimir had entered the picture and he realized how difficult it was for him to take over the throne with such a formidable man blocking his way. Moreover, Azimir was not alone. There was another Alpha he was wary about and between them, it could be said that they were both worthy of being the Alpha King. He had no chances of winning against them.But Caelan had a plan and that was his father. With him around, he had nothing to worry about."Alpha of Setia." Caelan snorted and threw the chalice at the mirror, shattering it into pieces. His face was filled with disgust and fury and all of it was directed at his father who now had changed drastically after meeting Azimir.His expression changed suddenly. His eyes now held determination and cunningness that mirrored his father's. He clenched his fists tight as he stared at the shattered mirror. In the fragments, he could see himself and he fixed his eyes on them, his eyes flashing with resolve. "The throne of Aranill was made for me, Caelan Myron Gallagher. It belongs to me and I will not allow anyone to snatch it away from me." He gritted his teeth and glared hard at the mirror as though he wanted to kill all those who stood in his way to the throne. His face radiated wickedness and his smile only added more to his evilness.However, Caelan was long gone to realize that he was exactly like his father and was behaving like him. His was clouded by his desire and rage to notice anything and even more so when his desire to show his father how wrong he had been in not trusting him filled his heart.Caelan was intoxicated in his greed and fury and his eyes conveyed what his emotions were at that moment. He had discarded the mask he put up in front of him and now, he was just Caelan, the man who was as malicious as his father.A knock at the door broke his thoughts and Caelan glared at the door, directing all his fury at the person who had intervened him. His jaw ticked and he almost bolted towards the door to teach the person a lesson. But he controlled himself when he saw who it was. It was the palace guards and he was in no situation to unleash his frustration on them. He masked his expressions and gave them an inquisitive look."Is something the matter?" His tone was heavy and the men realized that he was drunk. But they did not react much about it."Please forgive us for disturbing you at this time of the night, Your Highness. If not for the urgency of the matter, we would not have come to you at this time." One of the guards stated and lowered his eyes."What is it?" Caelan was losing his patience and the guards too realized. So, without beating around the bush, they brought up the matter at hand."Your Highness, Commander Aylin visited the maid a few moments ago."Caelan's expression changed drastically and the guards took a step back instinctively. Although it had been momentary, they could see his eyes gleaming in wickedness and they felt a chill run down their spines. They looked at each other in trepidation before they focused their attention on their prince.Fortunately for them, his attention was elsewhere and he had not noticed them moving away from him."Who did you say visited the maid?" Caelan was now sober and queried again to confirm their words."Your High...Highness." The man in the front stuttered and when he saw the man in front of him glaring at him coldly, he gulped in fear. "It was Commander Aylin. She visited the maid.""Did I not order that no one is allowed to visit her?" His gaze turned cold and extremely terrifying and the man felt their deaths flashing before their eyes. They had never seen the prince this menacing before and for a moment, they did not know what to speak. They just gaped at him with their eyes wide and lips parted."I am expecting an answer from you and I hope you give me one before I lose my mind." The warning was evident in his tone and the man broke out of their stupor immediately."Yes, Your Highness. You did give out your orders to not allow anyone to meet the maid. But...but..." The man looked at his companion for help."But she is the Commander and she has the right to visit the prisoner.""Ohh, so the Commander is now defying me. Interesting. I never knew that my orders had no value to her and she was free to do as she wished."Caelan smirked, losing his calm facade. "Inform Commander Aylin that I wish to meet her right now. I need answers from her and she is not allowed to reject my orders. I would like to know why she defied my orders. How bold of her!" "Yes, Your Highness." The men bowed at him and escaped from the place as though a monster was chasing them.Caelan just stared at them and entered his room. "Aylin." He seethed. "Now, are you interfering in my matters? Do you want to stand in my too?" He gnashed his teeth and glared hard at the floor."Since you dared to dey my orders, I will show you what I am capable of. Do not blame me for being rude when you broke the rules first." Caelan then entered his bathroom. He knew he looked unpresentable right and since he was meeting the Commander, he had to change his attire. When he was done cleaning himself up, he stared at the mirror in the bathroom and smiled at himself. "Commander Aylin, I will teach what will happen when people defy. I hope you will serve as a lesson for others and they will not repeat the mistake."With that, he walked out of the room, his face devoid of any emotion.. He now had to show held the authority and just the thought of putting Aylin in her place made him giddy with happiness.
