Chapter 71: Chapter 71

Especially if that child hasn’t gotten to the age of fifteen when they can control it and protect themselves.

As for my case, I was very different.

A normal wolf is supposed to have a tail, but I was abnormal and born with three tails.

A wolf like that is called an Amarok.

I was rumoured and described as a dangerous wolf who doesn’t belong to a pack but deserves to stand alone once they discovered who I was.

I was a danger to the wolves of the pack, a very different species. A wolf like them considered me to be a threat to the clan.

A wolf like me could kill thousands of wolves in an hour without a struggle.

I was very white in my wolf form and bigger than normal wolves and their powers, too.

I had the mark of a blue star on the left side of my waist and I was born with the power to control the wolf's stone.

I was the chosen one.

But because of those people who will be against my birth and my fate.

My father used his powers and concealed my powers and locked two of my tails.

He turned my hair blonde and cut it very short. Because, according to the people of our clan, our hair must either be blonde or white since we are the leaders of the clan.

He did all this to protect me from the eyes of the world, who will want nothing from me but my doom and my death.

I grew up and never knew what I could do until the Alpha King arrived and invaded my clan.

How he found out I was the one. No one knew the true reason.

I got to his palace, saw lots of strange people and it was the biggest pack I have ever seen in my life.

The reason his pack was called a realm was because it was the mixture of different ABANDONED clans with a king as their leader.

I hate to admit it. He was incredible.

The Alpha king built an empire and led all these wolves to be great and useful.

They were like millions of them. The most gigantic crowd I have ever seen, even felt a billion.

It was like I was the centre of the world.

I was washed and clothed with the nicest perfume, fed properly and taken care of.

They then introduced me to Luna as the woman who was going to treat me as her son.

The Alpha King adopted me and announced to the clan I was his son by fabricating some lies, saying that Luna gave birth to me at a young age.

I was lost and found.

My given name was Johannes Gutenberg, but the Alpha King changed it and claimed my former self was dead to him.

I was revived and no longer the young Alpha in short tending to the farm with his siblings.

I then became prince Gerard Daciana of the Ten realms and the Mackenzie Clan.

Strange.

The name felt like someone else, put in a box waiting for whoever to push it.

The rider has the freedom to choose which direction they want to walk in.

That’s how I felt the meaning of Gerard was. I loathed the name because it always reminds me of who I truly am.

I hate myself and I hope someday to gain my freedom and kill the Alpha King for ruining my life.

That is my greatest wish.

I was regarded as the prince of the realm, and then I saw his son, prince Carmine, who greeted me with a wide smile and put out his hand for a handshake.

“Welcome to the family, Prince Gerard.’ I hesitated at first, but his aura was so comforting that I stretched out my hand to shake his hands.

I admired his mischievous attitude and got along with him so well.

Though he knew I was not his biological brother, he loved me just as much.

He was quite a playful kid who dragged me all over the realms to play.

I almost collapsed.

He would then carry me on his back as we walked back to the realm because I was exhausted.

He was such a kind soul.

I hope he doesn’t turn out to be like his father; I thought.

Whenever I cry tears and sob in my room, because I miss my parents so badly.

He will always come by and console me.

I do that because I miss my parents so much and I hope I get to meet them someday.

I could never forget the crying faces from my parents begging the Alpha King to not take me away from them.

They even made an attempt to take their lives, too.

It was such a miserable moment for me.

I miss them so much and I wish I can tell them I am doing fine.

Carmine knows everything about me.

I don’t know how he knew about my worries and discomfort around the realms, yet he makes sure I am happy and shares whatever he has with me even though the Alpha King, who is now my father, already bought them for me.

Carmine has such a carefree soul. He is soft-hearted and fun to be with. He is the life and God of happiness.

You can’t stay with him and not smile. That’s how wild he is and anyone who follows him always has a smile on their face.

We were best buddies and became the closest brothers in the realms.

I should hate him and try to kill him, but he is not his father.

He is a different Alpha. Though it is his father who killed most of my people, he doesn’t have any hand in it.

He is innocent above all of his father’s crimes.

That doesn’t mean I can’t murder Carmine. If there ever comes a chance for me to kill the Alpha King and Carmine to justify the horrible deeds the Alpha King had done to me and my people.

I will do it with my bare hands and not give a second thought to it.

There was once a time I heard him begging our father to let me go, but he got beaten up mercilessly instead.

I went to his room to see him and bandages were all over his body after his doctor and his nurse had left.

The minute he saw me, he smiled.

He was sort of hilarious to me. I wanted to laugh but surprisedly, I couldn't.

“Why are you smiling?’ I questioned solemnly. Is he an idiot? Shouldn’t he be furious at me for getting him into that position?

Who smiles after getting a beating from the king? He was about to get killed back there, and he was smiling.

“You got beaten up because you got involved in my matters. Shouldn’t you be hating me?’

“Why? As an Alpha, it’s fun to get beaten sometimes. I take it as training to get stronger. No big deal, brother,’ he joked.