Rejected, Broken And Forgotten
Chapter 37

Walker’s POV

I look at Paris, where we stand, and talk to Mariam and Elena. As the King and Queen. We did the first thing on our list. We saved the hostages. We have John and Oliver in our captivity, and we must punish them. I know it will not be easy as they are werewolves, and we do not like to kill our own kind, but we have no choice, because if John and Oliver are still alive, the Kingdom of Mercia will exist. We can not allow that as we want the Kingdom to become one. I am still not sure what the legend everyone talks about is. We will have to ask Jeremy about it and how Mercia became a Kingdom of its own. We still need to learn so much about the Kingdom that we became the King and Queen of this new Kingdom against our will. I never want to be a royal, but as I understand things, werewolves worldwide will need this Kingdom.

“King, the men are celebrating, and the palace of Mercia has been burned to the ground as the wolves of Mercia looted it and burned it. They want to become part of Wessex and have asked for the execution of John and Oliver,” Jeffrey says. I was hoping we could postpone it until tomorrow. The men are busy partying, and the hostages are still tired, but it looks like we will have to do the execution tonight as the people want to become one. I walk over to Paris to explain it to her. London has joined her sister and the rest of the she-wolves. I can not place London yet. She looks like her sister, but I wonder how she will handle not being the heir to a throne anymore, since Paris has become Queen of the new Kingdom. I will have to keep an eye on her. I do not trust the old royals as they hurt me in the past, but maybe I am just judgemental because of my history. I know John is supposed to be my father, but I will execute him without feeling bad, as he was never good to me. He wanted to kill me and never loved me as a son. I don’t even know him, and he is weak in my eyes. I have no respect for John.

“Paris, babe, can I talk to you?” I ask. Paris walks to me, and we go to talk to Jeffrey. He explains that the wolves of Mercia are eager to become part of the new Kingdom, and I feel we will have to give the people their wish, as we are only their servants. We are not the King and Queen and are better than everyone else. I feel we are their servants that are there to protect the people of the Kingdom.

“We should give the wolves what they want. I feel we are only their servants and are here to protect them,” Paris says, and I nod as I agree.

“Well, I will tell the guards to bring the two prisoners out of the dungeon. We might as well get it over with,” Jeffrey says. He must know how we feel. As he can see, we are not too keen on killing our own kind, but we have no choice.

“We will make it quick and then claim Mercia,” I say. I do not want them to suffer for too long. Paris nods.

“I do not want them to be humiliated. We will do it kindly and give them an honorable death even if they do not deserve it,” Paris says. I agree. The guards go to their cell and bring them to us. For a moment, I look into the eyes of the rogue in the cell. I see he will lose all his humanity and become an animal.

“What is his story?” I ask Jeffrey as I move my head in the direction of the rogue.

“He is a human killer. He is not one of the kindest rogues there is. He lost his family during the war and has nothing to live for anymore. I know we should have put him out of his misery a long time ago, but he is a friend of the old King George, and Geroge was hoping he would replace someone to bring him back from his dark place, but so far, no one can do it. I do not know what to do with him. You and the Queen can decide about his fate later, King,” Jeffery says as they grab a crying and screaming Oliver out of the cell. John looks afraid, but he can not speak. I walk over to the rogue, who is sitting there staring in front of him.

“What is your name, rogue?” I ask.

“He is no longer part of the Kingdom as he became a killer after his family died and was kicked out of his pack. I don’t think he will respond to you, King,” Jefferey says.

“What am I to you, King? Do you care about an old killer?” The rogue asks. His voice is dangerous and sounds full of hate.

“I care about werewolves, and that includes you,” I say. I feel there is a reason why I needed to replace him tonight.

“Like royals really care about their servants,” He mumbles.

“I am not a royal,” I say.

“You are king, and that makes you a royal,” He says.

“What is your name?” I ask.

“Jeremiah. Not that you care,” He answers.

“You are going to let the wolf take you over? Are you too weak to fight him?” I ask.

“Hahaha, I don’t care if he takes over! Maybe the pain will go away then,” Jeremiah says.

“What happened to your family?” I ask.

“I was fighting your wars, and when I got home from battle, my house was burned down, and my family was gone,” Jeremiah says. Paris was standing next to me and listening to our whole conversation.

“So, are you sure they are dead?” Paris asks.

“I can not feel my bond with them anymore, so yeah, I am pretty sure they are dead!” Jeremiah shouts.

“Well, unless someone took them and held them captive in a place, you can not feel the bond. It has happened before,” Paris says. The rogue looks at Paris. There is still a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Bullshit! Don’t give me false hope!” Jeremiah shouts.

“Do you have any of them, Jerry?” Mariam asks from behind Paris. The rogue takes a photo of his family out of his pocket. It is a little burned. Mariam holds out her hand to him as she touches the picture. He wants to pull back, but he can not. She holds the photo in her hand for a moment.

“They are still alive, and I know where they are. They are safe, but we will need to go and fetch them. You did no wrong by killing the human you did, as he was part of the one who took your family,” Mariam says. I look at Mariam to see if she is for real or trying to get the rogue hope, so his wolf does not take over.

“Who are you to know that?” The rogue asks.

“I am Mariam, a strong hybrid,” Mariam says.

“You hold on to your human side, and we will bring you your family. We may need a few days, but do not lose hope,” Paris says as we walk away to take care of the business.

“Queen, if you bring me, my family, I will follow you and the King for the rest of my life,” Jeremiah says.

“I will bring them to you, Jerry,” Paris says, and I can see hope in Jeremiah’s eyes again. I know Jeremiah needs to be part of us, which is why the Moon Goddess sent us to the cells tonight.

John and Oliver are standing in the middle of the wolves. They look scared, and Oliver openly cries, making the wolves disrespect him even more. I walk over and look at Jeff. He knows what we are supposed to do. Well, I hope he does. He is the oldest of all of us.

“Tonight, we are here to witness the execution of King John and Prince Oliver of the Kingdom of Mercia. Since no heir can claim the crown, the Kingdom will become one with Wessex. Mercia was stolen from the Kingdoms of Essex and Sussex years ago and, therefore, we will claim it back tonight and make it part of the United Kingdom of Wessex,” Jeffrey says. He nods to Paris and me.

“Are we supposed to kill them now, Jeff?” Paris whispers to Jeff.

“Yes, Queen, you may proceed,” Jeff says. Oliver is trying to beg for his life, but Paris changes her hand into a claw and cuts off his head with her long nails. She holds his head up as the wolves cheer, and I do the same with John. The wolves go crazy as we claim Mercia. Mercia is now part of our Kingdom, and the wolves of Mercia can feel the connection to the Kingdom of Wessex. Finally, all three kingdoms have become one. The prophecy has been fulfilled. The wolves are happy, and Elena feels herself becoming part of the Kingdom. She walks over to Paris. I see her walking to my mate and wonder what this is all about.

“Can you make Mariam part of the Kingdom? I know she will become part of the Kingdom the day she and Jonathan become mates, but I want her to be part now,” Elena begs Paris.

“Sure, where is she?” Paris asks.

“No, don’t! Please, she will never accept me as her mate, Queen,” Jonathan says while standing next to Mariam, who is laughing.

“Well, she helped us, and I want to make her our magical advisor. Besides, it is her choice if she wants you as a mate or not,” Paris says. Paris looks at Jeff, and Jeff cuts the hands of Paris and Mariam. As their b***d touches each other, she becomes a part of the Kingdom and our pack. The Cloverfield pack is still my pack and is now part of the Kingdom of Wessex, although they are in America. Paris is their Luna now, and I know they have never met their Luna before. I will take her to America after we replace the rogue’s family. Paris has promised him, and if we can save one wolf, it is one less wolf that goes to waste. It would be great if we could save one rogue at a time. I know that not all rogues can be saved, but this one was sent to us by the Moon Goddess to save. I can feel it.

The wolves of the new Kingdom are celebrating all over the once three kingdoms. Tonight is a new beginning for all of us, and I know that Jeffrey is glad he got to see the three kingdoms united. I mean, it took most of his life to happen. Today, history is made according to the legend that others keep talking about. I still want to know about this legend and what we need to expect from it. I will have to ask Jeffrey to tell us about it, but not tonight. I hold Paris close to me and watch the others as they party. Jeffrey has taken Elena aside. I hope he is going to ask her to be his mate. I wonder how many marks Jeffrey had on his neck from previous mates. I have to ask him about it as well, as I do not see any marks or even scares of marks on his neck.

“Did you notice Jeff has no mate markings on his neck?” I ask Paris.

“No, but now that you mention it, I can not remember any. I wonder why?” Paris says.

“We will have to ask him about it,” I say.

“Yeah, there is so much we still need to ask him about our new Kingdom and the history of the kingdoms,” Paris says. I nod. I know we still have so much to learn. As the King and Queen of the Kingdom, we will need to know a hell of a lot more. I grab Paris and throw her over my shoulder. I do not care what the rest of the wolves do, but I will take my mate to our room and make love to her like never before.