Sugar Mommy
Chapter Thirteen
Third Person's Point of View
Denver laid wasted on the desk in his office, empty beer bottles scattered around him.
His hair was messy. The almost wet light brown hair was barely reaching to cover his bloodshot eyes that held nothing up pure anger in them.
The top 4 buttons on his shirt was torn open, showing off his abs to seemingly no one.
His red, nearly bloody lips were nowhere near to getting some rest, as his hands mercilessly attached a new bottle of beer to them, his throat gulping down the alcohol without any break.
"Denver, what is wrong with you? It's not that big of a deal, you seemed okay with it when Dolores first told you about him in that party."
"I didn't know at that time that Haru would be such a handful."
"So what if he's a handful? You were meant to hand the power to Dolores one day or another!"
"I know, I just don't want that day to come so quick. Besides, you have no say in this, Duke. It's because of your excitement at seeing Diana so happy that I agreed to accept him, and now look at me."
"But you don't know if he's just a 'fling' for Dolores. It could be true, as well. Maybe she really prayed to the Goddess with her heart."
"Of course. I, too, prayed to the Goddess once. Prayers turned to begs. Begs turned to tears. But the Goddess didn't listen to me."
"I know, Denver. I was there."
"Why doesn't anyone listen? If no one listens, how do I tell my side of the story? Who do I tell my side of the story?"
"Take care of Dolores, hijo."
"It has always been about Dolores."
"Papa! Mama!"
The pool of blood dripped from the car, drop by drop.
"Doll, calm down."
"You're not thinking straight, right now."
"You did this..."
"I'm sorry, Young Master."
"The Alpha and the Luna are in very critical conditions."
"To be honest, they have very little time left."
"No!"
"This is all your fault."
The future Alpha watched as the pack's minister removed the breaks from the current monarch's car, yet didn't say a word to object.
He never wanted his silence to end up like this...
... right?
"You wanted to control her, didn't you? Just because you have more power from the two of us, you thought you could control us all. Me, Diana and Dolores."
"It's all crumbling down, once again."
"Yes, because-" Duke was interrupted by a knock on the door, followed by a very coward voice.
"M-Master, you got a parcel from Young Mistress."
Denver's curiosity sparked. "Enter." he growled as two men walked in, not looking him in the eye, as they kept a small box from Dolores on my desk before hurrying out.
The current monarch opened the box, to find an... invitation?
Suddenly, his ears perked up when something click in his brain causing him to hurry the invitation open.
It only took Denver to read the words 'Dolores' and 'coronation' together to make him start to shake in rage and fear.
It was true.
The one thing this mighty ruler feared: losing both his empire and his sister.
There was one more thing in the box that caught Denver's eye.
"Hermano!"
"Si, mi reina?"
"How do I look?"
The ruler's smile grew wide, as he reached in the top drawer on the table at the side of his bed. He took out a white, pearl necklace, decorated in rubies and circled around her, putting the jewellery on his sister's neck.
"Perfect."
The red glow of rubies shone out, making him pick up the oddly familiar necklace that had been returned to him by Dolores.
A loud growl irrupted from the raging monarch, caused a handful of his people to run into his chamber, all petrified.
"Where is the crown?" He asked, a bit too calm for it to be assuring.
"T-The crown is in the palace, Maestro." One of them whimpered.
"Send a team to the palace to steal the crown." He commanded. "I will not let this coronation take place, under any condition."
"B-But, Young Mistress has given clear orders that no mistakes must be done until the coronation." Another girl explained. "And as she's the future monarch-"
"I am your current monarch, and it is my order that you all will follow. Is that clear?" Denver growled. "And right now, my order is to arrange a team to steal the crown and... bring it to me."
"Yes, Master." They all said in sync and scurried away.
The stories have always been about Dolores.
But this story is going to be about me.
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"He's the one?" Denver asked the boy beside him, as stared down the emerald eyed boy that was walking in the University.
"Yes, Maestro." The boy nodded as he sighed, taking a hold of the sniper that sat in front of him.
"Okay then," The ruler closed a single eye, taking aim at Haru who was stupidly standing at the corner of the giant University gate, seemingly looking for a book.
Target in sight...
"I don't know about this, Den."
"You don't need to know anything, Duke."
"Sir?" The boy called him, catching his attention as he turned to him. "Maestro Steven is here as well."
"Pardon?" Denver scrunched his eyebrows.
The boy pointed below the building they were standing on, and towards the University, and there he stood.
Steven was talking to a Ally who was seemingly talking about Haru as she kept on glancing at him and pointing at him with her eyes.
"That girl he's talking with..." Denver trailed off.
"She's Ally Black. The daughter Jacob Black."
"The guy Dolores made a business deal with." Denver remembered. "I must say, she looks strikingly like Luna Sophia. Steven really has been grumpy since that accident."
"Maestro Steven doesn't know that Maestra Sophia had paid the minister for that night." The boy sighed.
"What happened to Sophia was karma. He has no right to hold grudges against me or Dolores." He sighed. "So are they working together to..."
"I don't know the details, Maestro. However, they both came to me together, probably meeting on the way here. Maestro Steven asked for Haru's details and Ally asked for Dolores. So-"
"So, now they're working together to take them down." Denver finished the boy's sentence, but the boy hadn't realized it.
"Maestro- them, working together?" He shook. "But-"
"Your dismissed." He interrupted him once more. "You may leave now, Damien."
Damien hesitated, before bowing down and taking his leave.
I sighed, bending down to face my sniper, aiming at Haru once more.
Target in sight...
Shoot-
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Werewolf[𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬] A werewolf in her 30s who has no mate, falls in love with a human in his 20s. But she knows he doesn't love her back. So, she uses force. I mean- he needs money and she's rich after all. PLEASE NOTE: -Hella cringy -Swearing...
