Page 93 of You Will Obey

“I’m happy to see you too, to know that you and so many of my other brothers survived.” He looked down now, a tear dropping from his eye. “Tyler…”

“I know… I know,” I said, then hugged him again. I turned to Ara and smiled. “Thank you, Father.”

Ara nodded, but remained silent.

I had all of my remaining children, who I had a bond with here with me, and they took their places on the dais platform. I looked out in the crowd and noticed Deacon and Elijah had quietly joined us and sat down in their designated places. I nodded at them and they nodded back. Last to arrive was Kendrick and Elliot, and the King was dressed impeccably in fine garments fit for royalty. Kendrick’s attire looked like ancient Egyptian garb kings wore, shimmering gold loincloth and draped over his shoulders and chest was a jewel encrusted collar. He also wore a jewel-encrusted crown. He had gold rings, earrings, and nipple rings. He was spellbinding and my mouth dropped at the sight of him.

You’re drooling, child, I heard Ara’s voice in my mind.

I turned to him and he was smirking at me.You both do things to me,Sire,I stated.

Have you fucked him yet?

Not yet, Father.

Perhaps that’s something Kendrick and I can do together. A way to solidify our bond over you,Ara said, and my dick jumped in my pants.Ahhh, I see by the rising tent, that this idea entices you, my son.

Yes, Father, very much,I said.

Well, I’ll have a chat with Kendrick.

The very thought of having Ara and Kendrick fucking me at the same time was one of my fantasies. I was looking forward to that. I rose, remembering my manners, and bowed to my dragon King and Raja. Elliot was dressed in his usual fashion. Leather pants and boots, but he was wearing a black button-up shirt and tie. That was as formal as he’d get, I supposed.

Kendrick and Elliot approached us. “I’m sorry for your loss,” Kendrick said to me and Ara.

“Thank you,” Ara said.

“Thank you, my Liege,” I said.

I felt the tension between Ara and Kendrick, it was thick, a mixture of lust, dominance, and jealousy. Oh yes, the three of us really did need to fuck, and the two of them needed to get all of that tension out of their systems. Kendrick and Elliot went to their designated places and I took my seat beside Ara again. Now that everyone was present, it was time for the funeral to begin. Vampires who wanted to pay respects with speeches did so. The images of my brother and sons were huge on the wide screen that loomed over the stadium. Everyone could see all of the details of their once beautiful features.

Tyler, his smile could brighten a room in the dark. And now, he lay still forever inside a coffin. The pain of losing a child was indescribable and truth be told, I still hadn’t forgiven Josef for taking Ryu away from me. But I understood his point of view. His mate was everything to him and seeing how happy and complete Dante was now that they were together, some of my bitterness had melted away. Nonetheless, I would never accept any disrespect from the Alpha wolf. I knew of his initial response to not come to our aid. Dante had told me and I wasn’t surprised. In the end, his love for Dante prevailed and that was all that mattered. He would forever be my wolf as well as Dante’s.

I didn’t speak for my deceased children, as my pain was my own. I honored them in my own way and I wasn’t one for making a bunch of speeches expressing my feelings, and neither was Ara. Nolan spoke for Titus, as did Karim, with Karim shedding a tear before his speech was done. Michael and Donovan spoke for Tyler and Michael also spoke for Wyatt and through his words, I got to learn a bit more about my son. How others perceived him. He was loved and respected and that was all I could hope for him.

After everyone was done, I stepped down onto the field and walked over to Tyler’s and Wyatt’s caskets. I leaned over, kissing both of my boys on their lips, then foreheads. I pressed my hand on Tyler’s chest. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to protect you, Tyler. You’re with your lover and brother now, my child. Rest in Peace,” I said, referring to the young black boy Tyler had been in love with when he was human and Ryu, as the two were close. I’d been too late to save him as racists had beaten them both and lynched his lover. I believed his name was Mason. IEmbracedTyler then and let him get his immediate revenge. Tyler took to his nature with enthusiasm because he respected and cherished the gift I’d given him. A piece of me lay in these two coffins. I felt my throat get tighter and this time, I couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down my cheek.

I removed my handkerchief and wiped them away before kissing Tyler and Wyatt once more. Then made my way over to Titus. He had a beard and longer hair and looked very handsome. He looked at peace in the coffin. I had so many memories with him, both good and bad, but mostly good. I think it was Titus who gave me an attraction for brutish men. Why I’d chosen Marco as my first son, then Bruce. They both reminded me so much of my brother. Strong, brave, unrelenting, and uncompromising. Fearless, I wondered if he knew how much he’d influenced the man I turned out to be?

I leaned forward, kissing Titus’ lips. “Rest, my brother.” I patted his chest before walking away. I returned to my throne and Ara stepped down to say his final farewell to Titus. He didn’t speak, just looked down at his lifeless body. I could hear the muted conversations in the crowd, all were sad for our losses. We were not alone, as so many vampires in the audience also felt our shared pain.

Ara walked away after kissing Titus’ forehead. He returned to his throne and the next thing that happened was the burning of their corpses and caskets. The blazes were controlled with my dragon fire. It was a warrior’s send off, and I felt some sense of peace as I watched the embers of the fire float away with the ash of my sons and brother. It was a somber moment shared by all on some level or another. After the funeral was over, it was time for what humans would call the repast. Kendrick and Elliot did not attend, opting to return to their palace. Josef would come because of Dante, but I knew he didn’t want to. Before Deacon and Elijah left the stadium, I did catch up with him, calling his name before they could climb into their Bentley.

Deacon turned. “Yes?”

“Thank you for coming,” I said.

He slipped his hands into his pockets and nodded. “Not that you gave us a choice, but I would have anyway, simply to pay our respects as you did.”

I must say, I did like his British accent and I was curious how a wolf so young had managed to become Alpha. I’d make him tell me one day. For now, I had something I wanted to discuss with him. “Remember when I said that I wanted the truth from you?”

He frowned but nodded. “Yeah, not sure what the fuck that’s all about.”

“Something has been bothering me. Call it a nagging suspicion.”

“About what?” Elijah asked.

“What happened to Chandler’s crew? It’s not easy to kill a vampire and wolf. Dante’s crew didn’t do it, they were just told by Chandler that he did. I wish I could have had a chance to talk to him before you carted him away–conveniently so,” I said. Josef telling me his suspicions rekindled my interest in Deacon. A man of many mysteries, now that he was mine, I wanted to know more.

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