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.

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

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

me feel a little happy. Although the blame fell on me, I was still happy to see Rufus

continued to pace back and forth

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

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

was with me, I could piss her off from time to time. Now I didn't even have a place to

my phone started to

my subordinates were about to deliver some

expected, an excited voice sounded from

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

cheered up. I figured they'd make an announcement to put an end to the gossip, but I didn't

the right channel. The host had already begun

the live broadcast. There were too many comments that I couldn't follow

up on-screen. Wearing a well-tailored suit, he looked serious and formal from head to

rolled my

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

His handsomeness?