Rejected, Broken And Forgotten
Chapter 25

John’s POV

There is chaos in the ballroom as my men chase after the new Queen, who has escaped with a man. I keep most of my men with me, and I am unhappy. Some of the captives have also escaped in the chaos, and I do not want to send all my men after them. I need my men here to protect me and whoever is left. Oliver is standing around like the bloody clown he is. I am very disappointed in my son, but what can I expect? He takes after his weak mother! My Queen is standing next to King George and his Queen. I can see her taking the old Queen’s hand. I guess I can not call George the King anymore. He handed his throne to his granddaughter, the one he was hiding in America. The old bastard fooled me for years! I glare at Alexandria, my Queen, and my mate. She let go of the old Queen’s hand and looks down at the ground. She is so bloody weak. Everyone blames me for having affairs, but who wants to be with a weak Queen?

What the hell happened? It was not supposed to go down like this! I feel like killing someone, but I know I can forget about becoming King of Essex if I do. My plan was perfect, but the old wolf, George, spoiled it by handing his throne to that twin of London! Why didn’t Cecelia know about the damn Princess on the balcony? I look at her, and she stands there as if she has done something extraordinary. Something is off about her. She is pretending to be a better shaman than she is. I do not know how she broke the mind-link of the Essex wolves, but I am sure she had help. I will find out who and what she is. She has Oliver in her grip, but not me. I have seen better-looking she-wolves than her.

“You will regret this, George!” I shout. I look around to see if I can see the bloody High Priest who did the ceremony, but he is nowhere to be seen. With all the chaos, he must have escaped with the others.

“Where did the High Priest go?” Oliver asks, as he is also looking around to see who has escaped and who not.

“Hahaha, he is on his way to my grandson. I have given up my throne to your and Alicia’s son. All he needs to do is cut his hand and say I accept. You did not see all this in the chaos that was created. Nowhere in the rituals of old it says that the new King needs to be with the old King when he takes over the throne. In old times they were not always together when a King died on the battle grounds,” King Joshua of Sussex says. I am furious and want to do the ritual before the High Priest can reach my son. Only the goddess knows where my son is.

“Get a High Priest now!” I shout to my men. They all look at Cecelia as she is a shaman, and according to the law of the American tribes, a shaman is a High Priest or Priestest of the Moon Goddess. Cecelia looks pale as she looks at King Joshua and me.

“I can not do the ritual. I do not know that, as we do not have Kings and Queens in America,” Cecelia says. I have a feeling she is lying and that she is using my son.

“I will tell you what to do and you just have to do what I say,” I explain to the stupid she-wolf. I hope Oliver is not seriously thinking about marrying her. She reminds me of Alexandria when she was younger and I know what a mistake I made by marrying her. I should have married Meran, but she humiliated me! She is the reason I started the war. Cecelia walks towards King Joshua with the silver knife I handed her. One of my men hands her a golden goblet. I walk forward and tell Cecelia to cut the old King’s hand, then mine and mix our b***d in the golden goblet.

“Say the words or I will kill your daughter and your wife,” I say to King Josua.

“You know the rules. The one I handed the title to must first reject it before I can hand it to the next person in line for the crown,” King Josua says. I swear. I have forgotten about it. I look at Cecelia, who looks relieved.

“Where is my son?” I ask King Josua.

“You mean your bastard son or the clown over there? Oliver is here and I do not know where your bastard son is, but the High Priest knows,” King Josua says. I am furious and hit the old King in the face. He spits out a little b***d but grins.

“Do a spell or something and find my son!” I order Cecelia.

“You want me to do a location spell?” Cecelia asks.

“Yes, what is wrong? Can you not do a simple spell like a location spell?” I ask.

“I need something from the one I must locate,” Cecelia says.

“Well, I am his father, use my b***d since my b***d is flowing in his veins,” I say.

“I can try, but I am not sure if it will work with your b***d,” Cecelia says. I am furious as I know it works. I have traced my son like that before, but everytime he escaped me. I want to kill him since he is the oldest and the rightful heir to the throne, but I want Oliver to inherit the throne, as I will not let a bastard sit on the throne of Mercia. Alicia was not supposed to get pregnant when we had an affair. It was my first affair and Alexandria knew and she cried for days. She was in pain and wanted nothing to do with me for a year. Then one night I went to her room and took what was mine. Oliver was born and she gave all her love to him and not me. She never let me touch her again and everytime I went to her room she would tell me if I touched her she would denounce me as her mate. I did not want to become the laughing stock of the Kingdom and let all the wolves know my Queen did not want me in her bed. Then one night she came to my room because she wanted a daughter and Elena was born. Elena is my daughter and much more of a fighter than her brother Oliver. I know my family does not care about inbreeding, but I do not want to accept her feelings for her half-brother, the rebel Prince. She is always out there in the woods looking for him with a large part of my army. I do not know what her obsession with him is. I know the rebel Prince is my son, or so he claims, but I am not sure if he is Alicia’s son or one of my other lover’s sons. We do not know what he looks like, so I do not know who he is, but I will find out soon.

“You are not a shaman are you?” I ask Cecelia.

“I am! How dare you accuse me of not being one? Did I not break the mind-link of the Essex wolves?” She asks.

“She is right, father! She did break the mind-link of the Essex wolves,” Oliver says.

“You did not do it! Someone else did it. If you are a shaman, prove it and locate my son!” I order Cecelia. She looks at me and cut my hand to draw b***d. She drips it on a map and starts saying words I do not understand. The b***d starts moving on the map, and it stops on the castle. I am furious as she obviously was locating me or Oliver. She does not know what she is doing.

“I told you it would not work and that I would only locate you, King John,” Cecelia says. Oliver is also frowning now. He has seen my wizards do this spell many times with my b***d and we know it works.

“Cecelia, my father’s wizards have done the spell many times and it always works,” Oliver says.

“Then why did you never find his other son?” Cecelia asks. Oliver looks at me and I look at Cecelia.

“Because we were always too late to catch him. It seems like he knows when we are coming,” I say.

“Or your wizards are lying to you and they can not really locate him with your b***d and they track your b***d to another child that also has your b***d inside you, King John,” Cecelia says. I stay quiet as I know I might have other children. When I get drunk I do not care much about protection and the she-wolves who sleep with me are not the type that I want my son or grandson to marry one day.

“Fine, do you see the rebel Prince around here? You are a shaman and will be able to tell me what he looks like,” I ask. She holds her head and looks at me. Her eyes narrow.

“He does not look like you. He looks more like his mother. You know he is your other son, King John?” She says. I know that is why they call him the rebel Prince, but which one? It is not like I have only two sons. I know I can and probably have more than two sons.

“Well, Walker Brooks, is the rebel Prince,” Cecelia says.

“How do you know it is Walker? I have never seen him before. What does he look like?” I ask.

“He is tall, has dark hair like his mother and blue eyes. He is much taller than you or Oliver,” Cecelia says, and I could swear I can hear a longing in her voice. Does she want Walker over Oliver? I will kill her if she breaks Oliver’s heart. I sigh. Her description does not help me much. There are many tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed wolves in the kingdoms.

“That does not help me much,” I say.

“I have a photo of him, if you want to see him, but I will only give you the photo if you let Oliver and me get married. We can do it here and now,” Cecelia says.

“There are no High Priest or Priestess here,” I say. I do not want Oliver to marry her. I know she can not make my son happy as she is still in love with Walker, but she loves Oliver’s fortune and title more. I know the little Hollywood wolf is a gold digger and I think she is not Oliver’s true mate. She must have used her magic on him to get him to fall in love with her.

“Well, get one and I will hand you the picture,” Cecelia say. I really want to know what my son looks like and I can always let Oliver divorce her, although the rules of the old kingdoms say a divorced royal can not become King or Queen, Mercia does not fall under the rules of the old kingdoms. Mercia has its own rules, as Mercia was not a country until long after Essex and Sussex were countries in the werewolf world.

“Fine, get us a High Priest to marry them,” I say. I can just save my son all the trouble of a divorce by killing her. I won’t have a problem killing Cecelia at all.

“Do we have to stay for the wedding or can we go to rooms to rest?” King George asks. I laugh.

“Rooms? You will be going to the dungeon!” I says.

“It is fine as long as we don’t have to witness this stupid wedding,” King Josua says.

“You will all stay for the wedding. The night is almost over. It is almost dawn. No one will rest until I say so!” I say. I like to be able to order them around. They always looked down on me and Mercia. No one saw Mercia as a legitimate Kingdom. They all feel like my ancestors stole it from them. I will show them who is the real King by becoming the King of all three kingdoms. I will show them to always look down on my family and not see us as a real royal family.