Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers
Chapter 222: Who Is The Rogue King?

Chapter 222: Who Is The Rogue King?

(Author’s POV)

"You may rise," the rough male voice echoed inside the dull lit room.

Yona did as she was commanded. Rising up, she met his sharp, icy gaze and flinched instinctively. Her eyes flickered, lowering on its own.

With a brief pause, he said, "You have thoroughly disappointed me, Yona."

Pinching her chin, he raised her head to meet his eyes. Yona was holding her breath but she knew better then anyone else that she could show no sign of fear in front of this ruthless man, who calls himself the Rogue King. He was a savage beast.

In the outside world, no one knew exactly who this ’Rogue King’ actually was. He was known to be cunning and ruthless, even to his subordinates. He showed no mercy to anybody who disappointed him. But he was moody and unpredictable as hell.

He continued, "Won’t you even ask, why am I disappointed?" he arched an eyebrow and questioned.

Because of his piercing glare, Yona was about to lose her composure but she somehow managed to held it all in. She already knew what he was so upset about. He has been sending his men to capture or kill the Lycan siblings but his plans have failed one after the other. He must be fuming.

She was about to say something when, he interrupted and said, "Why did you address me with my title?"

Yona was taken aback by his words. She blinked several times to process it. But he continued, "Aren’t you my good ’daughter’? Call me daddy." Though his tone may sound affectionate but Yona understood the underlying meaning behind it. A sense of disgust rose within her, like a bitter bile urging to come out but clenching her fists tightly, she endured and replied, "Dad~dy."

He ruffled her already tangled hair and smiled at her, "That’s my lovely daughter. Next time, call me daddy Casper."

His creepy smile gave Yona goosebumps. He traced her jaw with his rough finger tips. To Yona, it felt like thousand ants were crawling on her.

Casper Everests, was the first-born child of Alpha Lucius Everests and his heir apparent. He was Noah’s eldest half brother and the one, Noah had defeated in the battle for the Alpha throne for the Moon Shine Pack. He was beaten, humiliated in front of his own pack and have always held a grudge against his younger half sibling and his family.

Though, he had a lot of supporters on his side, he still couldn’t win against Noah as the later was blessed with Lycan powers. And also, Noah had Allen family’s backing, the ruler of one of the most prestigious Alpha family on the continent. Casper hated it. He hated the fact that the ugly duckling of the Everests family, the black sheep was gifted with such powers. He hated it that he had a powerful backing like Blue Mountain Pack behind him. He fucking hated that he was married to Sara Allen. He grudgingly hated the fact that Noah’s children were blessed with Lycan powers. He wanted revenge and take everything back from his so called younger brother.

After gathering his retainers, he started plotting against Noah and his people and that’s when Yona came into the picture. He had trafficked Yona from a faraway land in Brulena, just to foster her and send her as a hidden weapon.

Though, Yona possessed no major ability she was a beauty, with her shiny blonde hair and captivating charm. He took her in and groomed her as a seductress disguised as her princess training. She was the perfect tool to bewitch those Lycan brothers and lure them out.

"What are you wearing? Are those rotten Lycans not giving you clothes?" he questioned as he let go off her chin and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear carefully. "Romario, arrange clothing for the princess," he yelled.

Then his gaze turned back towards Yona again, his demeanor changed, "So, what is up, inside that place?"

"It is a bit complicated," Yona answered truthfully.

"Complicated? You haven’t been reporting anything lately. What, have you taken a liking to one of those Lycans?" his gaze turned sharp, penetrating. "Have you forgotten why you were sent there? Have you forgotten who you actually belong to?"

"Father, it is nothing like that. They have tightened the surveillance in and around the packhouse. So~" Yona tried to explain but Casper cut her off.

He grasped her neck, choking her as he muttered, in a chilling voice, "This lousy excuse. Do you think you could fool me? I am the one who selected you from the lot. I am the one who gave you this position. So, don’t try to trick me. Don’t you dare try to con me. Tell me, TELL ME, who is it? Is it that bastard’s eldest son or is it his youngest or ..... is it that filthy mutt himself, that you are hooking up with?"

Yona was suffocating, her face turned red. Casper was squeezing her throat too hard. She struggled to break free.

Casper might not have any Lycan powers but he had Alpha blood in his veins which gave him enough strength to even kill on the spot. Her eyes started rolling back and that’s when Casper released her, jerking her to the floor, "Useless."

With a loud thud, Yona fell, panting and gasping for air. She held her neck as she tried to utter, "I~ have ... I have ... no in~tention ..... of betra~ying you ..... daddy Casper. I hate~ ..... hate those Lycans .... as much as~ you do." Her eyes were bloodshot and her veins were bulging from her forehead as she tried to say her piece.

Casper looked at her and said, "Good, that you know your place. Don’t ever forget, how you got to this place and who is your owner. Do you job well and I will give you what you asked for."

Yona nodded like a wobbled head, her eyes stricken with fright.

Casper crouched down and held her chin once again, this time a bit tenderly, "Ohhhooo poor Yona, you have gotten a gruesome mark on your neck. But don’t blame this father of yours. You shouldn’t have provoked me to lose my temper, honey. You know, I can’t take it when some try to con me."

He patted her cheek, "You better keep your word and buckle up. You know, how important you are to me and how I can change your life." With these final words, he left her on the floor.

Yona didn’t know how much time had passed. She laid on the floor, in a daze. Romario came inside with Victor following behind, now fully dressed.

When they saw Yona lying in a fetal position, Victor rushed towards her side and held her close, "Yona, what did he~" he bit his tongue when he realized Romario was also in the room.

Romario glanced at Yona and smirked at her pitiful position. ’This bitch, always showing off and playing as she is the real daughter. Huhh, serves her right.’ He looked at the mark on her neck and thought, ’Uff .... Sometimes the King is too cruel. At least he shouldn’t have damaged her only forte, her beauty.’

He cleared her throat and said, "The Rogue King asked to give you these clothes."

With Victor’s help, Yona got up and as soon as she met Romario’s eyes, she gritted her teeth. She was humiliated. She snatched the clothes from his hands and barked at them, "Get out."

After changing her clothes, she came out. Her face cold and detached. Both Romario and Victor tried to follow her but she snapped, "What, are you going to follow me like a hound all the way to the pack house."

"Rogue King has ordered to safeguard you to the borders. Someone was tailing after you. We have already neutralized him," Romario uttered, his words devoid of any emotion.

Yona’s eyes flickered. Then without saying a word, she walked away.

*Back to the present*

Yona stood outside Dion’s room with the ginger tea in her hand. She knocked and when no reply came back, she made her way inside the room.

After drenching in the rain, Dion was taking a warm bath. He was so immersed in his thoughts about Myra that he didn’t sense Yona at all.

Tracy had told her yesterday that Dion and Alaric were going on a business trip. She further got to know, it wasn’t just a simple business trip but a trip to Myra’s hometown.

Casper had already warned her. She couldn’t let Dion slip from her grasp. She has sacrificed and made painstaking effort to trap him. She could sense that this was her only chance.

While she was in her reverie, Dion stepped out of his bathroom, with nothing but an ivory towel wrapped around his lower half. He was in a good mood and was smiling from ear to ear. But as soon as he felt another presence, his face shifted, cold, deadly cold.

He barked at her, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?"

To Be Continued . . . . . . .