Spurned Luna’s Return: On Your Knees, Alpha Chase

“If I don’t?”

“Easy! I’ll just disrobe you myself and have you paraded around the castle stark nude 15 times.” the king leisurely said while crossing his legs.

“You…” Peter was speechless and could only point at his dad in disbelief.

“Don’t point at me. Have you forgotten all your manners in the few days you were away with Beatrix?”

“Gosh!” Peter couldn’t help exclaiming in his mind. This father of his had the heart to expose his child’s nudity for undeserving people to see? What rubbish!

He clenched his hands into fists while gritting his teeth from the pain he was feeling.

“I’ll not repeat myself again, Peter.” at this moment, the king already summoned his scepter. It was maroon red in color and was covered in lightning with a golden pearl atop it enclosed by glowing shamrock green vines. It was three times longer than a high-ranking wizard’s scepter. Indeed, he was the Wiz king!

Reluctantly, Peter sat on the bed while maintaining a great distance from his dad.

“My son, come nigher.” his dad beckoned with a gentle voice.

“Dad, whatever you want to say, just say it. I can hear from here.” Peter said while looking away.

The king sighed and vanished. Then he reappeared seated on the bed, next to Peter. He then placed his hand around Peter’s shoulders and another on his stomach. Soon enough, Peter no longer felt any pain. But he still wore that grumpy face.

“Peter, you are my son.”

“I know that, old man,” Peter replied with a scoff.

“I said don’t talk to me that way, Peter.” his father scolded as he poked his son twice at the back of his head.

“Ow!” Peter couldn’t help but let out a yell of pain. What’s the use of healing his dad when he was gonna put him in pain again? So terrible!

“Peter, look at me in the eyes and tell me what you see.” the king commanded. Peter did as he was told and looked his dad in the eye.

“So, what do you see, young man?”

“What I see? I see a man staring at me with eyes of mischief and a mouth that’s pro at saying words with double meanings.” Peter replied lazily.

“Be serious, young man.” his dad rebuked.

“Fine!” he became serious and gazed at his dad for a while. Soon their eyes changed color and their scepters began to glow and move around each other in a circular pattern slowly. A minute later, both scepters increased the pace as they moved around each other to the extent that they became blurs.

Peter’s hair was now standing and some of his hair strands turned golden and a red moon mark appeared on Peter’s forehead but the king apart from his glowing red eyes and his scepter that was moving about, there were no other changes.

Suddenly, the scepters stopped moving and remained still in mid-air.

The 2 men’s eyes stopped glowing so did their scepters. The new features that had appeared on Peter’s hair and face also vanished like they were never there before.

Peter sighed and made his scepter fly to him. Then it vanished after coming into contact with his hand. The king did the same too before looking at his son whose head now hung low.

“Now, you don’t easily get dispirited nor give up in front of a stronger power, my son.”

“I… Dad…” Peter got on his knees and pressed his palms together. “Dad, I’m sorry. I was wrong to do that to my baby sister. Please forgive me for the trauma I caused.”

The king sighed again and helped his son get back on his feet.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“It’s okay, my dear. I forgive you but you must take your punishment… from Beatrix.”

“Eh? Again?”

“What do you mean by that? You expected to be let off the hook because you’re the first seed from my loins? *scoff * Son, you sure know how to dream big. But don’t worry. After Beatrix declares your punishment t, you can choose to pay with money or you can give her your staff to guard for 1 year. What do you think?”

“Dad… Don’t worry. I’ll go get my punishment now.” Peter said energetically and was about to leave the room but he suddenly felt a force pull him backwards.

“I didn’t say you can go now, son. Sit on the bed. Let’s talk.”

Peter obeyed while the king sat beside him.

“My dear, I get that you feel wronged and inferior to Phoenix. You think he should be crown prince coz he’s got the talents and everything needed. But the law has stated and I have already appointed you as crown prince since birth. I just didn’t announce it, my boy.”

“Dad, I’m not worried about the throne…”

“You feel inferior to Phoenix. Peter, your mom is stronger than I am to date but I don’t feel inferior to her. Not because I’m the king. But I won’t tell you why. Peter, you are a smart kid. You’re all grown up. I know that soon, you’ll find your mate and bring her here. Then I can have many grandkids running about.”

“Er… Dad, don’t move forward that fast. Please slow down.”

“Look, I’m not swift enough. If I am, I should already be thinking of my great-grandchildren.” the king said leisurely.

“Gosh!” Peter facepalmed. “You’re right though. I do sometimes feel inadequate and jealous of Phoenix. But he’s my brother, whether related by blood or not. I’m just upset that I got beaten by him before coming here.”

“What? He beat you up?” the king asked in astonishment.

“Yeah.” Peter nodded.

“He… really beat you up?” the king looked doubtful.

“Yes, dad.” Peter groaned.

“He beat you up and you have no dislocated bone? Wow! That kid’s strength control has improved.” the king nodded. Peter’s eyes widened in disbelief. What was his old man saying?

“Dad, am I even your son?”

“Yeah. Not just that. You’re also my crown prince, Peter. So chill.”

“Chill? Dad, Phoenix literally beat your crown prince up but you’re heralding his strength control instead?” Peter could not believe his ears.

“Phoenix never beats someone and leaves them without one limb out of position or maybe even cut off. But you are here in one piece.” the king explained. No one can refute that fact.

“So I should be elated that I’m still alive and breathing well?” Peter said with a grim expression.

“Yeah. But why did he beat you up?”

“That’s what you’re supposed to ask first, Dad.”

“Ahem… What’s important is that I’ve asked the needed question now. Isn’t it?”

Peter harrumphed and stood with his back facing his father. “He beat me up just because I said some words that he didn’t like.”

“He beat you because of the words you said? That’s so unlike him. He’s not easily provoked by words. Did you curse his parents?”

“What? Dad! I wouldn’t do such a thing!” Peter defended himself.

“Really? Then why did he beat you up?”

“Dad, how about you guess the reason?”

“Um… Did you steal a book or potion of his? You badmouthed him behind his back?”

“Peter shook his head. “Wrong! One more chance you have, king father.”

“Ok.” the king cleared his throat. “You let one of his targets get away by accident?”

“No, dad. You failed.” Peter extended his hand and his dad looked at it in confusion. What did his son mean? Did he look like a fortune teller?

“Money dad. You failed twice. That will be 2 million dollars. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a discount.”

The king folded his hands and looked at his son with a bored countenance.

“You resort to this now? Just because you foretell you might have to spend money to escape punishment from your baby sister?”

“Will you pay or not?”

“I won’t pay. I might as well ask Beatrix and give her a reward after she tells me.”

“Eh? Why?”

“She’s my baby girl, that’s why. It’s said that a little girl must be pampered. I must put a smile on my daughter’s face.” the king rose.

“Wait. I’ll give you a discount. $1, 999, 999.”

The king scoffed.

“Beatrix will sell me the information for a piece of candy. I’m off, son.” he showed his right middle finger while wearing an annoying smile before vanishing.

Peter sat on the bed and hit it for a while albeit not with too much strength.

How come the person preaching to him about elegance, grace and good manners shows him the middle finger? What kind of king father was this?