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

at. Her hair was all messed up, but

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

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. It even came to a point wherein I almost suspected his sexual orientation. But how could Rufus fall in

was so special about her.

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

liked this she-wolf. Humiliating her and giving her the punishment of a slave would be like spitting and stepping on Rufus'

Sylvia's POV:

I thought he could be even more beautiful than some women I knew. There was a pinkish birthmark in the corner of his eye, which gave his delicate face a little

the birthmark, he also had on a gentle smile that I felt was inconsistent. It was like 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 just

arrived, everyone fell silent. No one dared to make a

accusing me of starting trouble. The other werewolves echoed her story and

to Cherry and said, "No, you started it. But in the end,

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

to fight back. However, Richard's men quickly came up behind me and clamped my hands behind my