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.

Who the hell did this? How dare they make me their

pack-so, presumably, it

Although the blame fell on me, I was still happy to see Rufus being frustrated. Perhaps this matter wouldn't have much impact on Rufus, but

my phone and continued to pace

me while I was put

and patted the wall idly. There was no one I

piss her off from time

phone

overjoyed. Perhaps my subordinates were about to deliver some

voice sounded from the other end of

to hold a press conference. It will be broadcasted on the Empire News channel in ten

announcement to put an end

to the right channel. The host had already begun and every

into the live broadcast. There were

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

tongue and rolled my eyes, feeling a little

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

His handsomeness?