Chapter125: 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 rises as if to wipe it off, but then he sees the look in my eyes,