Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 16 Back To Hell

His mother had asked him to come on Tuesday, so Tuesday it was. After two unsuccessful days of searching for Roxanne, Lancelot resigned to fate with anger and vengeance in his

heart.

He was going to go back to London, but he swore that whenever he came back, he would find her and make her pay

for humiliating him. No matter the cost or time it took. It was exactly 7am when Lancelot and Peter boarded the first class flight from New York, America, to London, England. All through the flight, Lancelot could think of nothing besides the violet eyed American woman and all the drama waiting for him at home..

“…with all that’s going on here…” His mother had said.

Just what was she up to again?

At exactly 2:15pm, Lancelot’s plane touched down London. There was a car waiting for them at the airport.

Lancelot recognised his father’s limosine by the Dankworth name engraved in silver above the plate number. He scoffed, his father had always been one to announce himself. Perhaps, it was because of his mother’s pride. Anywhere Madeline Dankworth stepped into, she made sure people knew and recognised her presence. Just like a hurricane, she was one to leave a lasting effect – whether good or bad depended on how she saw you – wherever she went.

The ride through London to the Dankworth palace was a long and silent one hour journey. One that Lancelot stared out of the window all through. Beside him, Peter continued to answer his calls and discuss with people over the phone. Arranging meetings and cancelling meetings, adjusting Lancelot’s schedules and approving appointments. Lancelot would have glanced over to the man and acknowledged his good work, but he was lost in thoughts.

There was a whole lot waiting for him at the palace, a lot that he would give anything to be away from. The limo stopped in front of Magnificent steel gates. Lancelot knew he had finally arrived home, he could see his mother’s favorite flowers; Ixora, lillies and Alamanda’s planted on opposite sides of the tarred road. As they drove past the gates into the large compound, Lancelot took note of the wandering horses, the garden and the water fountain. His eyes drifted to the feet sculpture of his grandfather, Edward Dankworth the second. Lancelot wanted to smile on memories of the man, he was still an icon and would remain so in Lancelot’s mind. The car came to a halt in front of the mahogany doors of entrance into the Dankworth house. Lancelot took a look at it and sighed, before opening the car door and stepping out of it. Behind him, Peter and the driver sought to put their luggages into place, sorting out Peter’s from Lancelot’s. As Lancelot approached the door, he loosened the silver cuffs on the sleeves of his red shirt and adjusted his collar, removing the first two buttons as well. It was a deliberate effort to infuriate his mother. He knew she would flip on seeing how “improperly” he had walked into her fortress.

and face of

served the Dankworth house for thirty years. As a young boy, he had come into the family with his father, who served Lancelot’s great grand father and grand father. When Lee lost his father, he decided to take over and cater for the family

Lancelot’s shoulder with a smile on his face. Lee had always been grateful he had grown to be a tall lean man, or else, Lancelot would have towered above him. “…God only knows the atrocities you have packed in all

so much time in the city of atrocities. Whining and dining with

please…” Lancelot cut in, fighting back the urge to laugh

magnificence and power of the most powerful lineage and royalty of the most powerful werewolf pack, greeted them first. With it, they began to harbor second thoughts if their intention was to harm any member of this family. None of the Dankworth’s were ones to be played with. Each of them, no matter how peaceful and quite they appeared to be, had a demon of their own hidden in them. As Lancelot and Lee walked through the corridor to the foot of the stairs that led to the major rooms in the house, Lancelot looked around one last time. While his gaze lingered on the door to his father’s throne room that stood at the right side of the staircase, Lee tugged at his arm. “I guess the goddess failed to grant your wishes after all.” Lee spoke in a hushed tone. Lancelot failed to understand what the man was talking about until he looked up at the staircase and found his mother there. “Nice of you to finally decide to join us again Lance.” Lancelot felt himself shrink on the sound of her voice. Right from childhood, it had always amazed him how his mother could look so small and feminine and still have such a deep and authoritative

mother’s ever elegant appearance. Even in her sleep, Madeline never failed to radiate riches, aristocracy and power. It was almost as if elegance ran through her

under her eyes that showed that she had seen a lot in her years on Earth, nothing else about her told the world that she was a woman going to sixty. 11

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and a pink loose chiffon long sleeved shirt. Her hair styled in a neat French plait and her eyes bright and blue. Her both hands were in intertwined in

proper. Lancelot thought. Just the way his mother

though; Ava Relish. His chosen

after tearing his gaze away from

kiss on her cheek. To Ava, he gave a

her. For his mother to postpone her nagging to dinner or after dinner, it meant something big was about to happen. “What is happening during dinner mother?” Madeline’s brows furrowed in a scowl. She stayed quiet as Butler Lee and Peter passed by them with Lancelot’s luggages in their hands. When she was sure they had passed, she narrowed her

to come soon after your coronation, there is a lot to prepare for, the earlie. we gather everyone together, the better for us all. Your cousins, aunties and uncles would be here by 7pm latest. I

on