Chapter 125. No Such Thing as Ghosts... Right?

Gene

“These fucking incompetent people!” I holler, speaking to no one in particular except myself. Not a Goddess-damn one of these imbeciles I call servants can tell me where the fuck Alpha Tristan is in this blasted place. It’s my own damn palace; people should be bowing to me, not to that idiot! I need to find him now to transfer power officially so that I can take control again.

This kingdom is mine, and mine alone!

“You!” I scream at the nearest butler, and the weak-minded little moron nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Y—yes, y—Your Majesty?” he mumbles.

“That’s right, I’m Your Majesty, not that idiot Tristan,” I holler at him. “And I need to find the useless Alpha now so I can get on with my… majestying!”

The moron just stares at me as if I hadn’t just issued a perfectly clear command, and he doesn’t say a word.

“Well?!” I screech into his face, close enough that I can see my own spittle landing on his chin.

His hand