When Donovan arrived in the servant's room, he saw the baby in his warrior's hand. "This is the royal child?" he asked with excitement. His eyes twinkled menacingly when he saw the baby's face.
"Your Grace, it's a girl. A Princess," the warrior said as he handed the baby to Donovan. She was covered in a red silk cloth with royal embroidery.
Donovan's grin grew wider. "A Princess. They should really try their best to hide her." He stated while pinching the baby's face. "She will be perfect for Alexander! HAHAHA!"
The cheers echoed in the room as they celebrated their victory. "Hail to the new King!"
Donovan smiled evilly while nodding in agreement. He didn't care about the other wolves that managed to escape since they would only become rouges and had a hard life surviving outside the pack. For him, the Princess was his last target.
Donovan went outside, where his men were waiting for him. The smile on his face when he smelled the metallic scent of blood lingering in the air. "Ah! This is the taste of victory. It's so good!"
His warriors all knelt down to worship Donovan like a god, which caused his ego to boost further.
"Today is the rise of DarkMoon pack! We are now the royals!" Donovan screamed, followed by a growl to show his dominance. Then, he raised the baby in the air as if she were their trophy for the victory they had attained.
"To the glory, King Donovan Bloodworth!" the men hailed in unison.
They celebrated for a couple of minutes before they went back to work.
Since they still needed to clean the place, they punished the remaining BlueStone pack members, who were the previous royal pack.
Donovan went to the throne room, his eyes laid on the huge chair filled with gold and diamonds. "This is now mine…" he whispered as his fingers slid down the material.
"Father," a boy's voice spoke from behind.
Donovan turned around and saw his son. "Alexander, my heir. Do you like your new home?" he asked with open arms, showing the place around.
Alexander pressed his lips firmly. "I still like our old house, but this is nice too," he replied gently.
"Aww, are you scared?" Donovan crutched down to level his eyes with Alexander. He could smell the fear coming out of his son's pores.
"No, father. I just don't like the smell," Alexander replied innocently while covering his nose.
"HAHAHA! My little Prince. This is the smell of being victorious! Being powerful in all packs!" Donovan boosted as he turned around like a madman. "This is our price, my son, and someday, this will be yours to lead."
Alexander nodded in understanding. He wasn't scared of seeing dead bodies piled in each corner or the smell of blood. Instead, he was afraid of his own father.
Donovan's irises, which used to be brown, no longer had color; only his pupils remained intact.
"Father, what is in your arms?" Alexander asked, pointing at the baby.
"Ah~ I almost forgot," Donovan hurriedly gave the baby to Alexander. "You're already ten years old. So it's time for you to nurture your own wife."
"My… wife?" Alexander whispered in disbelief. He stared at the baby, who remained asleep.
"Yes, that is the Princess," Donovan replied as his attention returned to the throne. Feeling each curve in his fingertips, he sat on the throne, feeling the power and pride of being the one and only ruler of the whole Werewolf pack.
"But father, why do you want her to be alive? Isn't it better if you kill this one?" Alexander tilted his head in confusion. He was taught at a young age that during a battle with an enemy, you must not leave anyone alive who could potentially start another war in the next few years.
Donovan raised an eyebrow. He was amused at his son's way of thinking, but he wasn't surprised wasn't. "Of course, that is the ideal strategy; killing everyone that stands in our way. However, you can also use them," he stated, leaning on his arm.
"Use them…" Alexander stared at the baby's face in confusion. His brain was thinking of how he could use her in the future.
"The BlueStone pack promised us a Princess for you. For us to become a family and strengthen the bond. Well, that's not the case now, but a wife is still a wife with a royal blood," Donovan explained precisely. He wanted to keep the Princess in case he needed a sacrifice in the future when things turned the wrong way.
Alexander nodded, but he still needed clarification. "Then what should I do if I meet my mate, father?"
Donovan frowned in annoyance. He liked Alexander, but the way he always asked irritates him in the long run. "Then you can just dump her away. I'll take care of it, so you don't have to worry. Besides, it's rare to find true mates nowadays, and fewer females have been born for centuries," he replied.
"I understand. Thank you, father. I will now visit my mother," Alexander bowed in respect before running away. He was a bit excited to show off his wife, whom he would tame for him.
Donovan watched his son's figure from afar. "That kid… he seems like a threat to me," he muttered under his breath. He was fine having an intelligent heir but not too bright to actually exceed him.
"Your Grace!" a warrior ran toward Donovan and knelt on the floor. "What should we do to the priso— AH!"
A sound of burning flesh echoed in the room as the warrior's body turned to ashes.
"That's Your Majesty now!" Donovan screamed in rage. He disliked being called by his previous title when he overthrew the royal family to pieces. He immediately mindlinked all his pack members in haste to announce his desired title.
"From now on, I will be addressed as King. No one is allowed to speak of my previous title, or else, there will be consequences— Death!" Donovan screamed in the link to show he was the true ruler, even if it was made by fear.