Chapter 154

Douglas’s POV.

The air in the practice room crackled with tension as I stood amidst the wreckage, my shadow tendrils lashing out in a frenzy of rage. Frustration gnawed at me, boiling my blood until it felt like molten lava coursing through my veins. How dare Lucien, my own pawn, dare to challenge me? Did he truly believe he could stand against me?

I clenched my fists, the tendrils around me responding to my anger, tearing apart anything within reach. How could Lucien question my authority, my power? Did he think I wouldn't uncover his treachery? Did he think I was blind to his scheming?

But it wasn't just Lucien's defiance that fueled my fury. It was Serena, my own daughter, wielding powers beyond comprehension. She was a force to be reckoned with, her abilities surpassing anything I had ever witnessed. I wanted to nurture her, train her, only to see her turn against me. It was a betrayal that cut deeper than any blade.

I wanted Lucien on my side, a loyal ally in this game of power and control. But it seemed that even that was slipping from my grasp. The challenges ahead were mounting, obstacles multiplying like shadows in the dark.

As I stood amidst the chaos, my mind raced with plans and strategies. I couldn't afford to falter, not now. Lucien's defiance had to be crushed, and Serena... Serena would have to be dealt with in due time.

With a growl of frustration, I unleashed another wave of destructive energy, the room trembling in response. They would learn soon enough that Douglas was not to be trifled with. No one defied me and lived to tell the tale.

Every fiber of my being burned with indignation as I paced the confines of my study, the weight of betrayal heavy upon my shoulders. Lucien, that spineless pawn, dared to defy my rule? Dared to plot against me? How dare he?

My mind churned with thoughts of vengeance, of making him pay for his insolence. He would beg for mercy, cry out for my help, but it would be too late. All the miseries, all the cruelties I had endured, they were all for me. How could he not understand that?

And then there was Serena, my own flesh and blood, wielding powers that rivaled even my own. The Wards department had whispered of her abilities, how her shadow power reached beyond the physical realm, contacting people even through their strongest protections. How could Lucien keep such vital information from me? Did he think he could hide such knowledge and escape my wrath?

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as anger coursed through me like a raging inferno. Lucien would pay for his silence, for his betrayal. And Serena... she would learn the consequences of defying me, her own father.

With a snarl of frustration, I reached for the communication device on my desk, my fingers trembling with fury. It was time to set things right, to remind Lucien of his place, and to show Serena the true extent of my power.

As the connection was established, I seethed with anticipation, ready to unleash my wrath upon those who dared to challenge me. They would soon realize that Douglas was not a force to be trifled with, that defiance would only lead to destruction. And as for Lucien and Serena, they would learn that lesson the hardest way possible.

My blood boiled with fury as I summoned a soldier to my side, my voice laced with a cryptic edge. "Are the wolves ready?" I demanded, my gaze piercing into the depths of his soul.

The soldier didn't dare meet my eyes, his gaze fixed firmly on the ground as he stammered out a weak "Yes, sir."

My patience, already worn thin, snapped like a brittle twig. How dare he tremble before me? How dare he show such weakness in my presence? With a growl of frustration, I lashed out, my fists finding their mark against his trembling form.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room as I unleashed my rage upon him. His cries of pain only fueled my fury further, each blow a testament to the power I held over him.

As the soldier crumpled to the ground, I loomed over him, my voice a low, menacing growl. "Keep things in order," I spat. "Or else you will bear the consequences."

With a final glare, I turned away, leaving the soldier to nurse his wounds. Lucien would pay for his betrayal, of that I was certain. And I would ensure that he suffered for every moment of defiance. No one crossed Douglas and lived to tell the tale.