Chapter 124: A father's threat

The chief just stared down at Darren intently for the longest while without saying anything until, " I see that years outside Lunaria has made you lose respect." The chief's voice boomed out once again as he calmly spoke, seeming as though he was unperturbed by Darren's provocative words just now.

" Very well then, I shall make certain to beat it to you once again" He added as he rose in his seat, causing the women around him to scurry off to the side.

The platform creaked loudly and his domineering aura permeated the hall as he stood in an overbearing height, making all bow and feel pressured.

However, Darren didn't budge as he just expressed amusement, " Hahaha! You? Beat me?" He laughed maniacally as he said, " you forgot that you had to kick me out because you fear that I'll kill you someday? I was only 18 back then, Volke" Darren stated standing his ground. He glared back at Volke Rannulf.

Twice! Not only one but twice!

He called the chief by his name twice!

More importantly, he just called the chief a coward being incapable of defeating him!

Insolence! Utter insolence!

However, this was true considering he gave his father that long scar on his face!

Seeing it once again, Darren felt glad that he had clawed his face back then!

This man was one of the reason why Darren was scared to be a father. As he didn't want to end up like him!

It happened when he had first fallen under his curse during the night of his coming of age. Darren had suddenly become a wild, rampant monster that night and had caused a ruckus at his own coming of age ceremony.

None of the lycans around were able to stop him back then, and only his father had been able to do something about it. However, it came at a cost.

Feeling the scar on his face itching once again, Chief Volke was remembered of the shame, pain and hurt of his own son who had just come of age disgracing him and scarring him before the whole clan that night.

He had to banish him and send him away afterwards, fearing that his pack would lose confidence in him. However, even that didn't erase the shame he beared from then till this very day. He carried it around in the form of a scar on his face that never healed.

"..." Chief Volke stared intently at Darren for the longest while. He didn't say anything despite the fury and rage that boiled within him.

The atmosphere in the hall grew tense as everyone held their breaths. The hall grew so silent that the sound of a needle dropping would be heard.

However, just when everyone around thought that a fight would break out. They saw the chief sit back in his chair.

Eyes widened in shock at the sight of this. Everyone knew how ruthless the chief was. They could swear that no one, absolutely no one had lived to disrespect him so much as the man standing right there in the middle of the room had done today!

But, there... The chief did not only do nothing to him. He made the chief back out too!

They couldn't help but start to look Darren in a different light.

However, Darren knew in his heart that it wasn't that his father had backed down. It was because his old man was in dire need.

' Hmm...' Darren thought to himself, wondering just what his father needed so badly from him that he couldn't even bring himself to attack him. ' An heir? He wants me to be his heir? Unlikely...' Darren was confused. But he knew damn well the old man would'nt want him to lead his clan.

They hate each other after all!

As though his father could read his mind, the slightly aged chief suddenly spoke, " I've called you back for only one reason, Darren..." his voice was deep and commanding, causing Darren's attention to his next words.

" Bear me an heir" The Chief stated in a solemn tone that reverberated aloud in the hall.

A loud silence befell the place once again right after, as only chief Volke's words remained in a commanding echo.

The women stared at the chief incredulously at his words, expressing hurt and contempt. However, they quickly hid their gazes away.

" Hahaha!" Just then, a loud crazed laughter boomed through the hall. Darren fell into a fit of guffaw, shooting his head back and holding his stomach as he laughed.

He did so for a long while, which made Zeeb and the women around stare at him confusedly. They wondered if he hadn't gone crazy as he was the only one laughing at the moment.

They didn't know what was so funny.

" You can't knock up any of these wenches? What's the matter with you, Volke? You can't get hard any longer?" Hahaha!"

The insolence was too much. Not even Zeeb could bear it any longer!

Darren's words were like blasphemous remarks, as everything he said made them feel a huge dent in their reverence towards their chief. It was as though he was clowning the whole clanz and it vexed them!

On the other hand, Darren couldn't hold his laughter. He broke into a long drawn cackle as though his father's words of wanting him to birth an heir was the joke of the year.

" Silence!" Chief Volke stamped his palm on the armchair as he ordered in a loud roar which caused everyone else in the room to shudder.

Darren's laughter reduced into a chuckle. An amused smile remained on his face as he looked at his father. He calmly took a step forward and said, " you must be in your wildest dreams to think that I'll do as you bid. I'm leaving this instant" Darren stated and turned around to leave, still chuckling incessantly.

" Take one more step and that smelly tramp of yours will not see the light of morning!"

Hearing the chief's booming voice as he said, Darren's eyes widened in shock and he paused on his step. He instantly turned around to face his father, shock and panic evident on his face seeing the intent look on the elder man's face.

Darren frowned and looked towards Zeeb. However, the latter shook and trembled in place, shaking his head severally that he knew nothing about what was going on.

" I have been watching you for a while now, Darren." The chief rose from his seat as he stated calmly.

Darren moved his gaze from Zeeb to stare at chief Volke in shock.

He knows about Kyley!

" You think I would let you bed with that weak thing and ruin my lineage!? Do you really think I'll let that happen?" He walked down the platform towards Darren as he said in a booming outroar, each words striking a chord.

Darren finally realized why he'd been summoned. He panicked at the thought of Kyley getting hurt, and a surge of rage welled in his heart. He clenched his teeth and raised a fist as he glared dangerously at chief Volke, his father.

" If you dare-"

" Two nights. That's all I'm asking. And you can go live the rest of your pathetic life with that weak thing." The chief cut him off of his threat and demanded. He didn't wait for his answer and just turned around to walk towards the stairs.

Darren just stared in a lost daze at the back of his father as he walked away with the women following behind him. His heart raced in panic while his thoughts jumbled in a mess, unsure of what to do now!

Just then, at the top of the stairs while standing right in front of a door, " The mating ceremony will be tonight. Prepare yourself!" He half-turned and informed before leaving. The women glanced at Darren with an indifferent gaze before hurrying behind their chief.

Zeeb bowed and also left the hall, leaving Darren stomped in the middle of the hall. A cold sweat formed on his face as his eyes darted about in deep thoughts.

Entrapped and not knowing what to do, Darren was actually frightened!

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