The King's Heir

Chapter 1

In the faraway land.

Aldren Kingston the VI th King's POV

The sound of pants and moans fills the room. I groan at the sound. I hate this sound, they don't excite me anymore.

"Harder", "Harder, my king," she says, and I growl lowly. How dare she orders me? Oscuro doesn't like to be told.

I thrust harder. "Yes...O...yes, she mumbles.

"Shut up", Oscuro, my wolf, growled at her so loud that the whole mansion shook at once. She stiffens, her face pales instantly, her body goes numb. My whole body burns in anger. I am sure everybody in the mansion and outside would have heard it, and they now know what I am doing, f*****g great! I have already filled 7 women with my seeds from the time I woke up..do they think I am a machine? Yes it's true, we have good stamina but it has a limit too.

"I want to kill him." my wolf says in my head.

"Calm down, Osc." I reply.

"I can't wait to tear him down."

Oscuro(Osc)was not this violent before. His patience has died down over the years. He doesn't give a damn about the human relationships. The person we are trying to kill here is Lucas, my uncle. He is an elder, one of the seniors in the werewolf council, which is why I am holding back. He didn't find his mate after years of f*****g, so he is torturing me now.

Once I release my seeds in her, I immediately pull out my junk not caring how it feels to my temporary companion. I wrap a towel around my waist and press the buzzer, which indicates the deed is done. I saunter towards the bathroom without a backward glance to get cleaned up. I take a long hot shower, wrap a clean white fluffy towel around my waist. I pick up a blue crisp suit and a white shirt from my walkin closet. I towel dry my hair in the haste. Later I pick my tie, shoes from my exclusive collection and I am ready for the day. "I hate this" I mumble to myself. Oscuro groans.

This is my daily routine.

I walk towards my bedroom, and the sheets of the bed are changed and cleared off. The window screens are pushed away to allow the sun rays and scent of fresh flowers fills the room- lilies and orchids, my favourites. I inhaled their scent lung full so that it stays for a long time. My nose twitches at the flowery scent of the air freshener that has sprayed enough in the room to mask off any other scent. I switch on my tv which covers half of the wall, to check the news. Someone knocks on my door, "Come in."

"Any news?" I ask without expecting any news. I hear footsteps behind me, and I can smell him from a mile away.

"No" replies my beta and best friend, Reid. Reid is there with me from the moment I had opened my eyes. He is like a big brother. His mother was my nanny or second mother you can say. She was the one who took care of me when my mother was busy handling pack matters along with my father.

"Count is.." the voice says and I close my eyes praying the goddess to lend me enough patience.

"Stop," I say.

"...and room number 5 is ready" comes the voice again that I hate the most, Lucas. He is adamant, arrogant and shameless. I despise him the most. He was my father's right hand and has owed to keep our species alive. All elders have. I clench my fist around the comb, my jaw set in anger. 'I produce an heir or not, I want to kill this bastard with my own claws' I thought.

"Go ahead, Kill me!" he says and smirks, and I calm myself, rubbing my forehead with my fingers.

"What do you want now?" I ask knowing his answer all too well.

"Give me an heir, and I won't bother you," he says, chuckling.

"I don't have time for this" I throw the comb and almost shout getting irritated.

"Keep calm, Aldren; we may lose the potential heirs if you lose your temper every two seconds,", he says, and I growl loudly, shaking the room. He is not wrong; this whole f*****g business had worn me down.

"Lucas!!... I have warned you before. Why are you making my son's life, hell?" My mother, Josephine exclaims walking into my room, followed by my father, Andrew Kingston. She picked the towel which I had thrown on the bed after drying my hair. She moves towards me, makes me sit on the bed, and starts rubbing my hair with the towel. I huff and hear someone stifle a laugh. I groan lowly knowing who it is.

Great..just great, now the discussion will start in my room.

"Lucas" My father warns with a serious tone.

"What? I just want to help him, brother," he says, frowning.

"I am leaving.." I announce as they start arguing. I walk out of the room. My betas Blake and Reid, gammas Ethan, Derek, and Sam, and my advisor Jackson and my super spy Brandon are following behind me.

"I don't want that woman anywhere near me again, even if she bore my child." I say, glancing at Reid, who nods and says, "Got it".

"Don't you want to head to room No. 5?" asks Blake and I glare at him. He shuts up.

We pass a long passage followed by long elevated stairs and a big living room adjoined by a hall, then we step on the porch, and Blake signals the young guard to get the car. I take out my sunglasses. Sun was too early in the sky today and it seemed like he was glaring at me. 'Oh.. don't worry I don't like what I am doing either.' I thought. The car passes and stops just a little away from me and I glare at the young driver. He opens his mouth to say, but Ethan beats it, saying, "Do you have a death wish? Go! Scatter!" and the boy runs off to don't know where.

"I want to kill him" I exclaim as I stroll towards my Rolls Royce Ghost.

"Who? the driver?" asks Ethan and I sigh loudly.

"No. Lucas," I say as I get comfortable in my seat.

"There may be consequences for killing an elder" adds Jackson as he takes a seat beside me at the backside of the car. Blake and Ethan are sitting in the front and Ethan is behind the wheels. Reid and Brandon are sitting on the backside. Sam is back at the mansion.

"Do you think I care? Eliminate those consequences..what are you for?" I glance at Jackson and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Others are alert, I can hear their heart racing.

"Yes Sir." he replies.

I pick my phone from my suit pocket. I stroll through the messages and check my emails. I sigh and gaze out the window.

'What am I doing?'

'What have I become?'

'Where are you?'