Mommy Wolf: Raise A Cub, Claimed By His Beast Daddy-Chapter 104: Dismissed (I)

The grin on Kael’s lips vanished the moment he left the Queen’s Courtyard. For some reason, he felt that his joy only existed when he was with Jojo or Sisi.

Once he left their side, the world seemed bleak again—empty, with nothing worth smiling about.

Just like now.

He strode toward the throne room, resuming his role as the Beast King, hoping that one day he could pass the throne to Jojo so his son could live comfortably, without fear of ambush or betrayal.

As for his own strength...

Kael scoffed.

Many knew about his Dusk Star curse, for he had once been a soldier, a killing machine under the control of his former pack’s Alpha.

But no one, except him, and perhaps Sisi—knew about Jojo’s curse.

Jojo might look weak, even like a crybaby, but once he awakened to the truth of the Dawn Star, he would become an existence far more terrifying than Kael could ever be.

’Once he’s old enough to understand his curse, he’ll know why I did all this,’ Kael thought as the guards outside the throne room pushed open the doors. ’He’ll become the strongest. And no one will ever hurt him again.’

Inside, Vestor was already kneeling before the throne, awaiting his arrival.

The moment the wise owl sensed the dreadful aura approaching from behind, his body trembled instinctively, and he lowered his head even further.

Kael walked past him and sat down.

The throne was painfully uncomfortable. It was designed to look majestic, not accommodating. There was no cushioning, and the intricate wolf-head carving behind it made leaning impossible.

It forced Kael to sit perfectly straight which made him look regal... and uncomfortable.

The throne served its purpose well: it made the room feel menacing.

Unfortunately, it also soured Kael’s mood every time he entered, especially when he had to deal with problems like this.

Kael gazed down at his wise advisor with crimson eyes and ordered coldly, "Lift your head, Vestor."

Vestor stiffened and raised his head slowly.

He struggled to swallow when he saw the dark aura surrounding the Beast King, it was a clear sign that Kael was furious.

Vestor nearly begged for mercy, but he remembered Grishaw’s advice.

As long as you don’t say anything that angers him further, you’ll live.

So he began cautiously, "This subject bows to the Beast King. May your reign last forever and more."

"I don’t need a ’forever and more’ reign," Kael replied bluntly, making the atmosphere even more oppressive. "I plan to hand the throne to my son once he comes of age. There is no reason for me to hold into the throne for so long."

Vestor froze.

"I summoned you here because of the royal banquet," Kael continued, his voice grim. "How in the hell did I end up seeing that woman dressed like a slut in front of my son?!"

The Beast King’s thunderous voice echoed beyond the throne room, making the guards outside tremble in fear.

Everyone in the palace knew they shared the blame.

They had all seen Concubine Ruela walking from her courtyard to the banquet hall dressed that way, and not a single person stopped her, assuming the King would welcome it.

Somehow, they all forgot that the banquet was meant to celebrate the Little Prince’s safe return, not to indulge in carnal desire.

"I—I told her to prepare herself in case you wished to release your pent-up frustration, My King," Vestor admitted shakily. "But I never instructed her to dress so vulgarly at the banquet. Had I known she would behave that way, I would have barred her from entering."

"So you thought I’d mate with her immediately after finding my son?" Kael sneered, his crimson eyes flashing. "Vestor, did you forget why I chose her in the first place?"

"This advisor remembers, My King..."

"I picked her as a figurehead," Kael snapped. "So no one would dare challenge the throne while I was away."

"Then why the hell would I want to fuck her?!" Kael roared.

"I—I believed you would eventually seek relief, My King," Vestor replied weakly. "It’s common for alpha beastmen to have more than one wife. I’ve heard that in your culture, one may have a legal wife or fated mate, and still keep concubines—"

"And you think I’d follow that nonsensical tradition?" Kael sneered.

He had never been fully accepted by his birth pack anyway. Why should he obey traditions that had never protected him?

He never had a home—until Jojo was born.

He never felt the urge to mate—until he saw his fated mate who visited his dreams night after night.

If he were to mate, it would only be with her.

Just as she kept herself only for him, Kael wished to do the same.

But he said nothing to Vestor.

He refused to reveal his true feelings to his advisor.

Because he predicted, if the court knew he still longed for his fated mate, they would search for her, and that would invite disaster.

Kael could already imagine female beastmen scheming, trying to deceive him into believing they were his long-lost mate.

’It’s better for them to believe she’s dead,’ he thought. ’That way, no one will dare covet the Queen’s Courtyard.’

As he was thinking of the Queen’s courtyard, his thoughts drifted back there.

And he almost smiled.

Sisi’s reaction replayed vividly in his mind—stunned, confused, a little upset, and perhaps resentful that he had placed her in such a difficult position.

But she deserved that space.

She had protected Jojo.

And as long as Jojo accepted her, she was no less than a queen.

After all, this kingdom existed for Jojo’s future ascension.

’I wonder what she’s doing now,’ Kael mused. ’Probably soaking in a hot bath while plotting her next troublesome move. She’s far too devious for a woman with such a sweet smile.’

Noticing the faint smile on the Beast King’s face, Vestor assumed he was thinking of the Little Prince.

Seizing the moment, he bowed deeply.

"My King, I beg your pardon for this grave oversight," Vestor kneeled piously. "I swear it will not happen again. Please, do not dismiss me."