Chapter 142 142

Chapter 142 142
Jonathan~~

A few weeks later,

“Are you crazy? You fucking did what?” I snarled at Eden, who sat with her legs crossed. She said it out boldly, as though it meant nothing. “Why do you always try to spoil my plans? I am trying too hard to achieve something, and this is what you're doing behind me?”

She snorted and gradually got to her feet, “I really want to know what's so bad about what I did. Did I act more than your mum? I am still learning when it comes to…

“Shut that crap and listen to me!!” I growled and marched forward, closing up the distance between us. “You’re going to pretend not to know whatever I'm doing until I'm done. I am the one who got the problem on my shoulder, and I don't need your help the same way you killed Veronica, whom my mum and I were using. If that bitch were still here, I would have gone far. But because you act without thinking, you struck her dead, and I cleaned up your mess…”

I held her cheek so she looked back at me as I did. Days were gone when I tolerated her shit.

“Pretend you know nothing henceforth. Your father isn't acting rashly, so you must lie low like him.”

She scoffed and shoved my hand away from his cheek, “Do you mean it?”

“Do I look like a joke, Eden? I don't fucking care about anyone now until I get what I want.”

“Then let's see how it ends.”

“Better not act rashly, or I will keep aside your fucking pussy and sprain your neck,” I warned her, and she paid less attention as she vanished from the room.

I had been so troubled as to how my life was going, and she was busy trying to get rid of Sandra, whom my mum had been pressuring that I use against Ramsey this last time.

As much as I was scared of what the future held for us, I didn't want to overstep my lane, knowing who Ramsey was. That dude had won all along, and nothing I did worked out. Even when it seemed he was losing, he picked up the trophy once again.

I had been pondering whether using Sandra would really work? Or should I just strike Ramsey straight?

If Sandra doesn't submit to me, eliminating Ramsey would be in vain, because she would come against me over time. So I thought, would I get it easier by using her and destroying them both at the same time?

Goddess knew how I never had feelings for Sandra, talk of now she hated me with her last breath. Would it work out for me?

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When I stepped out from the resort to begin getting back home, I saw a man leaning on my car, all in black attire. I walked closer and looked at him very well, but my lycan stirred and whimpered that moment.

I looked at him intently and then asked, “Can you step away so I can drive out?” I just asked, so he could raise his face. Meanwhile, I wondered why my lycan whimpered to him when we didn't know each other.

As he raised his face, he adjusted his hat and took off his black glasses. I squinted because I felt I was just seeing someone with the same look as me, and it wasn't making sense.

I was the only son, and this man was older than me just by his looks.

“Are you my uncle?” I asked him because he didn't look like he was leaving and was here for me. “We have the same looks.”

He nodded and finally stretched out his hand, and I accepted it cheerfully.

“But how come I didn't know about you all through my life? Did you leave the clan abroad and just return?” I kept asking, so curious, and he could see through it.

His smiles were just like mine, making me wonder how I resembled him so much when he wasn't even my dad.

“My name is Dennis, the lycan king of Bloodmoon Clan,” he said, and my forehead wrinkled.

Lycan king?

“You mean, you're my dad's brother who's ruling the neighboring clan? How didn't I know about that till now? My dad's family is really great…”

“That’s not what I mean,” he replied and licked his lips. “I need you to know that I'm your biological dad, and I'm taking you back from your mum.”

What a blunt response!

I couldn't hold back my laughter. What would this be called?

Well, I assumed I was beginning to see and hear strange things and just walked away to my door. As I stepped into the car and shut it, I heard the other door behind being shut, and the man was sitting comfortably behind me.

My face chiselled. I just didn't like all these.

“Sir, what do you want from me?” I asked him, because who doesn't know my dad? He could have faked that look just to deceive me, and no one would play such a trick if not Ramsey. That made me wonder what he was up to, but the man didn't look like he was on a mission.

I pulled out my gun and filled it with my silver bullet, then turned around to him, “Just tell me already, or I'm going to blast your brain.”

“You’re going to do that to your dad? I just hate that you behave like your mum,” he said, wearing a frown. “What else am I going to explain? I am your real father, whom your mum escaped from when she was pregnant with you. Were you expecting the late king who you call your dad to accept you as his son when he felt no bond between you two? I had watched enough from the shadows and am fed up with your mum, so I'm taking you back.”

I scoffed. This idiot was really meant to deceive me.

The late king never mentioned that I wasn't his son, and he loved me until his death, even with Ramsey around as his adopted son.

Still, there was no way such could be true. I am the lycan prince of this clan, and I bet this man was here to frustrate my mum by claiming me as his son, just the same way I wanted to deal with Sandra.

“Just get out of my car before I have you regret this. I'm not in the mood for this shit.” I scolded him and watched as he put on his glasses again.

He scoffed and said before alighting, "There's a time frame for me to ignore all this rubbish you're doing with your mum. Once that time passes, I will have you rot in jail.”

I hissed at him, “Just get the fuck out!!”

He did alight, and I tried leaving the premises. That was when I saw the kinda car he climbed into, and the men who surrounded him. His car number has his name on it, as he mentioned, Lycan King Dennis.

I shook my head, “They can go to any length to put me down.” I said to myself and drove off before them.

I arrived home, and my mum was getting her nails polished by one of the servants, so I sent the lady out as I needed an audience with my mum.

“Have you decided on what I told you?” she asked, adjusting her dress.

I sighed and shook my head, “But I think they are planning something against us. Someone is claiming to be my dad, and he really has my looks.”

“That’s not true! What is this man like? How dare he?”

But at that moment, I recalled how my lycan whimpered in his presence. When I looked up to my mum suddenly, she flinched, and that was unusual of her.