Chapter 130
Darth
My uncle Collin has truly been of great help to me during all this time of trying to find my way back home. He is the one who found me when I was lost, the one who helped me build my army, especially after he was cast out of the pack by Deckard. And now, after all of that, he finds himself locked up once again, this time as Deckard’s captive—all because of me.
I can say without hesitation that Collin has been more of a father to me than my own blood ever was. My real father, the great Uther Blackthorn, rossed me aside like I was nothing the moment he realized his bastard son carried power. A threat to his perfect legacy. But Collin? Collin has always been there–for my mother and for me. He stood by us when no one else did.
Collin deserves everything I have to offer him.
“Darth. I hear that you wanted to see me?” he says, his voice familiar and steady as he walks toward me.
“Oh yes. Uncle. I hope you are well–rested and relaxed now,” I say, watching as he comes closer and takes a seat beside me.
He looks at me for a moment, a proud gleam in his eyes. Then, with a slow nod, he speaks. “Look how far we have come! After all these years. everything we have been chasing is finally within our grasp. Deckard is dead. No heir, no legacy left behind. The throne is yours. I am so proud of you, my boy.”
A small smile tugs at his lips, and for the first time in a long time, I feel the weight of our victory settling into my bones.
“Hmm. I called you here to thank you and offer you a few gifts for all your loyalty.”
Collin smirks shaking his head slightly. “Oh, Darth, you do not have to do that. Seeing you at the top is enough of a gift for me.”
“Well, that is not enough” I say firmly. “Pick any one of my father’s companies that you would like to be CEO of, and it will become yours–along with its branches all over the world. It also comes with other enticing perks.”
Collin’s is speechless. Then, his face lights up with joy. “Oh really? Wow!” he exclaims, his voice thick with happiness.
He could not stop thanking me.
“You are now the Alpha of Alphas. You, Darth! Thanks to Cleopatra…”
“Not yet, Collin,” I correct him, my expression turning serious. “You are right about all this being thanks to Cleopatra, but I am not yet the Alpha of Alphas
Collin’s brows furrow in confusion. “Why?”
I inhale deeply, gathering my thoughts. “There is something I have been meaning to ask you, Uncle, but you were yanked from our hands before I ever got the chance.”
He listens intently as I continue.
“The blood we got from Deckard’s heir… it did not work on me.” I let the words settle between us, waiting for his reaction.
Collin’s face twists in shock. “Why wouldn’t it work? Did Cleopatra get her formulas wrong?” he asks,
“Oh no, she didn’t,” I say, “The blood burned me. Cleopatra claimed there’s only one reason for that…” I let the weight of my words settle.
Collin leans forward, “What reason could that be? And if it didn’t work, how did you manage to defeat Deckard?” His questions come in a rush, his urgency palpable.
*Cleopatra says I am a bastard. That I am not the true son of Uther Blackthorn.”
Collin recoils as if struck. “What blasphemy! Why would she say such a thing? If we didn’t hold her in such high regard, I would say she deserves punishment for speaking such nonsense!” he protests angrily.
“You’re not listening, Collin,” I snap, my voice low but firm. “Cleopatra didn’t just say it. The dragon blood rejected me. It burned me. If I were truly Uther Blackthorn’s son, I should have strong traces of the dragon blood within me, right? But my body reacted to it as if parasites were being injected into my bloodstream.” My breath got heavy.
“I need you to tell me the truth, Collin. Who is my real father?”
Collin’s face hardens, his mouth opening, then closing. He scoff’s, shaking his head. “How the hell am I supposed to know that?”
Callin’s face twists with frustration as he yells. “As far as I know, Uther is your father, and you are his son!”
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Chapter 130
I watch him closely, reading every flicker of emotion on his face. “You know,” I begin, my voice calm “growing up, I noticed the closeness between you and my mother. But I always assumed you were just fond of her. The way you always had our backs, the way you treated me as if I were your
own son–even now…”
Collin shifts uncomfortably, his hands curling into fists. “Wha… what are you driving at, Darth?” His voice wavers, and Icould see beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“Let me finish, Uncle,” I say, my voice turning sharper. “Even now, as a grown man, I still see your unwavering support.
“It’s strange, isn’t it? That you’ve never fathered a child after all these years. And yet, you’ve always been there for me. You have never been on good terms with Uther, not since I could remember, but despite that, you never distanced yourself from me or my mother. Why? What kind of loyalty is that?”
Collin’s breathing quickens…
“I know you’re Uther’s younger brother,” I continue, stepping closer, “but there has always been this rift between the two of you. I never understood what it was about… but now, it all makes sense.”
Collin eyes darting away from mine, and in that moment, I know–I’ve struck the truth.
“Was it over my mother? Tell me!”
As I speak, memories flood my mind, pieces of a puzzle snapping into place. It was all there before–right in front of me. The hushed conversations, the glances, the times I walked in on them standing too close, whispering in tones too secretive for mere in–laws. But I was just a child. How could I have understood?
But now I do.
I get up and take a step closer, towering over him, my presence demanding the truth. “I’m ordering you to tell me, Collin. Lying will only make things worse for both of us–especially for you. So answer me. Are you my father?”
Collin rises from his seat, his face drenched in sweat and his stance uneasy.
“Darth, please,” he pleads. “I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret. I am not your father. You have to stop saying these things. Your true father is Uther–my brother. You know that. I… I have never been able to father a son of my own.” His voice shakes, but he presses on. “That is why you’re so important to me. It doesn’t matter what my relationship with my brother was like… You are like a son to me.”
His words hang in the air, but they do nothing to douse the fire burning inside me. My instincts tell me otherwise. I know he’s lying.
I couldn’t take it anymore. My hand swung hard across his face, the impact sharp. Blood trickled from his nose, staining his lips as he stumbled back in shock.