The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

The queen's hall was brightly lit. The servants were on their knees, fearing that they would be implicated.

I casually walked in.

Just then, a teacup shattered at my feet.

"What's making you angry, mother?" I smiled at her.

"How dare you question me?" My mother dramatically slumped on the sofa with a grumpy look on her face.

I walked over and sat beside her, ignoring her tone.

Like my father, my mother, too, liked smashing things when she got angry.

I waved my hand, gesturing

waved the fan in her hand to

back and cracked my

is. She is a slave, after all." My mother snorted and threw her fan aside. "You are a prince of

is my mate. I've accepted

mother's face darkened

eyebrow and examined her face. She was seething with rage. I poured her a cup of warm tea and slid it toward her. "Mother, I hope you understand." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

the floor. "Ridiculous!" She sprang to her feet and scowled at me. The corner of her mouth sank, revealing the wrinkles. "I will never allow a she-wolf of humble status to

sneered at her. I had never expected my parents to accept Sylvia like I do. After all, bloodline and status were more important to them than anything else. But it

you want such a she-wolf to lead all the werewolves with you in the future? Everyone will laugh at you!" My mother's chest was heaving with rage. She took deep breaths and turned to look at me. "Richard has become more arrogant and

felt sorry for my mother because she didn't know the truth. She didn't know that I was cursed, nor did she know that my father had decided to give up on me and let Richard inherit the throne. But I didn't intend to explain anything to my mother because it would only

good choice. I want you to marry her. Her father is an Alpha and belongs to the lycan bloodline as well. Only such a she-wolf deserves you," my mother tried persuading me to marry Alina yet again. "Mother, stop it! Don't try persuading me. I only want Sylvia in my life," I said, staring into my mother's eyes. When I said that, my thoughts instantly wandered to Sylvia. If she heard

worry. I've promised father that I won't make our mate bond public until we prove that Sylvia's mother

trembled. I could tell that she was