(Logan's POV)
On getting to the living room, I ordered two of our maidservants to come take off my outfit. Hastily, they obeyed.
I walked to the chair that was not too far away from me and wanted to sit when someone spoke. "You have decided not to acknowledge my presence, young man." I turned around and saw my father, who stood right in my face.
"Daddy!" I said, exclaiming. "You startled the hell out of me." I added, putting my right hand on my chest as I swallowed a little spit. "Are you not a warrior? Why should you be scared?" my father asked. "I...I" I stuttered, not knowing what to say. "Just end it Mr," he said, moving away from my front.
"Were you able to kill him?" my father said as he settled on a chair. "Yes, I was." I replied, facing him while my hands were at the back.
"Good job." he said, laughing out loud. "Father, I..." I had not finished my sentence when I was interrupted by angry voices. Three people who were werewolves came into the palace. "You are a fucking nasty asshole!" one of them said as a slap followed.
"Who are those disturbing my Kingdom?!" my father said in a growling tone. He stood immediately and flung the plate that was on the drawer, making it break into pieces.
*Now, this is where you are going to see another part of his anger.*
Knowing what was about to happen, I moved very far away from him hastily. I actually prayed for those who made noise in the kingdom to make it for a purpose. Noises were still heard and I rushed to go take a look. I was taken aback by the sudden push of a vampire.
The push made him land on the wall, then, to the ground. My father was shocked at the sight of this. "What is going on?" he asked, looking at me.
"I have no idea." I replied, demonstrating with my hands. After the push, three people who were werewolves came in. From the expression on their faces, you could tell they were furious about something. "What is the problem?" I asked one of them. He looked at me and growled, showing his teeth that looked like that of a lion. "What the hell is wrong with him?" I muttered.
They all headed to my father and knelt in front of him. Seeing that they were his packs, my father went close to them and gave them hot slaps that sounded like thunder. With the sounds, one would think they have gone deaf.
He actually pitied them with the slaps. If they were not from his pack, he would have cut open their thighs and used fire to burn them.
"We are sorry your highness." they all said in a chorus like manner. My father looked at them with anger and turned to sit on the chair. "What is the issue?" he asked them. Then, they stood and faced my father but had both hands at their backs.
"Our King, the son of the King of vampires, is still alive." the oldest of them said, pointing at the person who was kneeling on the floor helplessly.
"The son of who?" I asked as I looked at them shockingly. Immediately, I went to the body that was half-dead. Raising his head up with one of my fingers, I looked closely at him. "What the fuck?!" I screamed, aggressively dropping his head, making it hit the wall. "I killed his father! I killed him!" I said as I went straight to where my father was sitting.
"Did I not ask you about him?!" my father said, giving me a death expression. "I would not lie to you father! I did!" I replied as I went on my knees. Before I knew it, two slaps landed on my face. I felt the bones of my face breaking into pieces, giving my face a disfigurement. "You have failed me!" he spoke, holding my neck.
Despite the pains I was feeling, I dare not make a sound as that will be the end of my life.
"I...am...sorry..father." I said, struggling to keep myself alive. He looked at me with so much disgust and threw me back to the ground. Closing my eyes, I rubbed my neck gently. "What do you intend to do with him?" my father asked them. "He is going to be killed but not by us." the youngest said. I looked at him with horror and wished it was not what I was thinking.
"He will do it." he finally uttered, pointing at me. "Shit!" I muttered in my mind. "Very Good." my father said as he laughed hysterically.
"Push him to the front," he added. The werewolves followed the instructions and the vampire landed in front of my feet. I looked at him slowly then turned to my father. Giving a wicked smile, he spoke "I will save you the stress of tearing his body apart. Take it!" Passing the sword to me, "Behead him and bring out his lungs."
This was exactly what I was trying to avoid. Like, I am getting tired of the whole situation. But what could I do other than to be obedient? I definitely did not want to do this but then, I never wanted to be used as an scapegoat.
Grabbing the sword, I held it strongly and used my thumb to caress the edge. "I fucking hate you!" I shouted and Immediately slaughtered the heads of the three werewolves, one by one. Blood splashed on the wall of the room, their heads fell to the ground while their body kept on shaking on the ground.
I stood still, breathing so hard like my heart would pop out of my body. I was prepared for anything at this moment.
My father suddenly stood, looking at the bodies that lay in front of him in surprise. He then looked at me and screamed "What the heck did you just do?!" He moved close to me and held my head, using his kneecap to give me a direct kick on my chin.