The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Richard's POV:

"Stop!" I commanded. The army behind me swarmed around the scene. "It is improper to cause such a ruckus right in front of the Royal Military School gate!"

As soon as I appeared, everyone quieted down with fear and respectfully bowed their heads. I always enjoyed the incomparable honor my identity had given me.

But there was one she-wolf in heavy makeup who didn't seem afraid of me. She was staring at me with her mouth gaping open, her cheeks swollen.

Since she dared look me in the eye, I asked her name.

"I apologize for what happened, beautiful lady. May I know your name?" I walked over to her and asked gently.

She gave a shy smile and answered in a low voice, "My name is Cherry Brook. I am the daughter of the Gamma of the Black Moon Pack."

I would have preferred she didn't smile. Smiling only made her swollen cheeks even rounder like two butt cheeks on her face, which I found quite funny. Obviously, she had gotten beaten up just now.

It was difficult to hold back my laughter. "Can you tell me what happened?" "She started it!" Gritting her teeth, Cherry pointed at the girl opposite her. "She was a slave in our pack. I was just going to catch up with her, but all of a sudden, she starting beating me up!" Cherry grew more aggrieved by the second, with tears even forming in her eyes.

Could this be the infamous slave

turned to the she-wolf Cherry was pointing at. Her hair was all

serious older brother had done. He had brought home a female slave and even gave

already tried to lure him to his death with many beautiful she-wolves, hoping to get him assassinated in bed. But all my attempts had failed. He never seemed to find a

of curiosity, I couldn't wait to talk to the slave and find out what was so special about her. Unfortunately, this wasn't how I was

took one careful look at the slave. She was beautiful indeed. Even as she just stood there and didn't say a word, I

she-wolf Cherry to teach this slave a lesson. After all, Rufus liked this she-wolf. Humiliating her and giving her the punishment of a slave would be like

Sylvia's POV:

hair was so long that it fell all the way to his waist. I thought he could be

tree in the middle of snow. It didn't make sense. I felt uncomfortable already the second I saw him. I just had a feeling that there was something hypocritical

fell silent. No one dared to make a

got to accusing me of starting trouble.

end, you couldn't even defend yourself against a slave. How dare you play

me and raised her hand to hit me. "I'm going to teach

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