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.

be the infamous

was pointing at. Her hair was all messed up, but

me to hear about what my very serious older brother had done. He had

the cold and brutal Rufus would ever do. I knew this because I had 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 she-wolf he could treat differently.

and find out what was so special about her. Unfortunately, this wasn't how I was expecting to meet her

beautiful indeed. Even as she just stood there and didn't say a word, I couldn't help but feel an itch. I could see why

this slave a lesson. After all, Rufus liked this she-wolf. Humiliating her and

Sylvia's POV:

he could be even more beautiful than some women I knew. There was a pinkish birthmark in

finding a perfectly green tree in the middle of snow. It didn't make sense. I felt uncomfortable already the second I saw him. I

fell silent. No one dared to

starting trouble. The other werewolves echoed her story and shamelessly

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

to hit me.

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