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.

did this? How

pack-so,

told, it made me feel a little happy. 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,

and continued to pace back and forth

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

so annoyed that I scratched my head and patted the wall idly. There was no one I could even

piss her off from time to time. Now I didn't even have a place

phone

subordinates were

expected, an excited voice sounded from the

conference. It

up. I figured they'd make an announcement to put an end to the

right channel. The host had

were tuned into the live broadcast. There were too many comments that

later, Rufus showed up on-screen. Wearing a well-tailored suit, he looked serious and formal from

rolled my eyes,

ever since we were children. What

His handsomeness?