The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Richard's POV:

I paced back and forth in my palace and cursed countless times but was only ever met with cold silence.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I felt wronged. My whole body was about to explode from rage.

Everyone thought I was the one who posted about the witch's curse on Rufus, but I was innocent.

Since Rufus couldn't have children, he couldn't inherit the throne. I gained nothing if I smeared his public image. In fact, doing so was stupid.

Besides, the lycan king had been keeping an eye on me. I couldn't play any tricks now.

My sole competitor to the throne was the bastard in Lucy's belly. Once the bastard was born, I would be even more worthless in my father's eyes.

But I couldn't let him know that it was a bastard for the time being, because the only reason why he was protecting me now was so that I could raise the child as the empire's future heir.

In other words, my survival depended on this bastard.

I was so angry that I took out my phone and read the post about the curse on Rufus on the

Internet again.

the hell did this? How

IP address was from an unknown pack-so, presumably, it was

Although the blame fell on me, I was still happy to see Rufus being frustrated. Perhaps this matter

down my phone and continued to

The lycan king had forbidden anyone to serve me while I was put under house arrest, other than to bring

my head and patted the wall idly. There was no one I could

least, when Lucy was with me, I could piss her off from time to time. Now

my phone started

my subordinates were about to

sounded from the other end

to hold a press conference. It will be broadcasted on the

end to the gossip, but I didn't expect

channel. The host had already begun and every word was

matter of minutes, over ten million werewolves were tuned into the live broadcast. There were too many comments that I couldn't follow what they were talking

few minutes later, Rufus showed up on-screen. Wearing a well-tailored

clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes, feeling

had been so serious ever since we were children. What did Sylvia see in

His handsomeness?