The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Alina's POV:

The queen's hall dazzled with lights. I took the tea from the maid and brought it to Laura.

"Your Majesty, please taste this. I made it with dew," I said softly.

Laura nodded and took a sip. Then, she raised her head and smiled at me. "You're so considerate. Only you care about me."

"Your Majesty, you are kidding, right? Prince Rufus also cares about you." I pursed my lips and smiled, faking obedience in an effort to impress her.

"Rufus?" Laura snorted and knocked the teacup on the table. "I can't remember a day that he doesn't piss me off. Richard also makes me worried. He has been lawless and doesn't give a damn about me because the king has been paying more attention to him."

"Please don't be angry." I slyly winked at the servants, gesturing for them to leave. Then, I turned to Laura and said, "Richard is not a legitimate prince after all. He will never be as good as Prince Rufus." Laura's face visibly relaxed. "I know that. But Richard's existence is like a thorn in my heart. I can't stop worrying until I get rid of him."

Laura was a cruel and merciless she-wolf. Word said Laura had told the king she wouldn't accept Richard unless his mother died. I knew that Laura couldn't bear to see Rufus with Sylvia -- an ignoble slave. Therefore, I had to provoke Laura and make her hate Sylvia altogether.

problems," I suggested in a low voice and

and said, "I have

welled up in my eyes. "But... Sylvia... Well, Rufus won't accept me. He doesn't bother to even look at me whenever

and her voice became sharp. "Sylvia is just a slave, a bitch! She

startled me. Laura looked like a mean, old witch. No wonder the lycan king had begun to despise

pretending to be weak. She squinted at me and said, "That seductress has cast a spell on Rufus.

sink. I wondered if she knew

powerless. After all, there was no point in working hard. Rufus

good that you know what you're doing. You're the daughter of an Alpha. If you lose to a slave, you will end up being a laughing stock," Laura mocked me. The coldness in her eyes made me feel ashamed and

give a damn about Sylvia. Sooner or later, Rufus will come back to me." I continued to smile

picked up a gilded invitation card by the side and said, "This Friday is Rufus' birthday. I have planned a masquerade party for him. I will ask Rufus to invite you to be his date. I have

and quickly took the invitation. "Thank you,

this time. If Sylvia dared to stand in my way again, I would

the following days, I waited for Rufus to invite me to be his date to the party, but I didn't hear from him. Eventually, I lost my patience