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?

an unknown pack-so, presumably, it was a

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, but it further cemented the fact that Rufus couldn't

put down my phone and continued to

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

I scratched my head and patted the

time to time. Now I didn't even have a place to vent my

phone started

Perhaps my subordinates were

voice sounded from

about to hold a press conference. It

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

right channel.

the live broadcast. There were too many

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

my tongue and rolled my eyes,

serious ever since we were

His handsomeness?