The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Geoffrey's POV:

I spent the entire day watering the flowers and plants in the garden without bothering about what was happening outside.

Just then, my subordinate came to report the situation in the city. I dusted off the mud from my hands and legs and stood up.

"So, how is it going?" I sat at the garden table, poured a cup of tea, and took a sip.

"Those two have enraged the crowd. People have attacked them on the street. They were conducting an online survey, but only a few were willing to cooperate. They had to go door-to-door but it clearly didn't end well." My subordinate reported what Flora and Warren were up to.

I snorted. "I knew it. They are just a bunch of naive children. They think this world is full of kindness and beauty. It's time to teach them a good lesson."

People living comfortable, extravagant lives inside the wall would never give up their luxury and happiness for insignificant people outside the wall. Being in power for all these years enabled me to understand the nature of the werewolves inside and outside the wall.

outsiders like Rufus were oblivious to the significance of

would never be able to push

It was simply impossible.

cross-legged on the chair and inquired about

subordinate hesitated for a moment. After taking a deep breath, he said, "Prince Rufus has locked himself in his room all day. Do you think something

That's exactly

wasn't surprised

all these years, I had been secretly watching the imperial capital city and appointed spies all over the

wealth I had got from the vampires to bribe them and improve connections

at all times. I wanted to rise

special attention to the two candidates who had the chance to take

Rufus, on the other hand, was a resourceful and capable lycan. He was the most eligible

tolerate any injustice. I would never be able to rise to supremacy.