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

an unknown pack-so, presumably, it

blame fell on me, I was

phone and continued to pace back and forth in the

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

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

from time

my phone started to

my subordinates were about to deliver some good

excited voice sounded from the other end of the

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

make an announcement to put an end to the gossip,

turned on the TV and switched to the right channel. The

tuned into the live broadcast. There were

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

my tongue and rolled my eyes, feeling a little

been so serious ever since we were children. What did

His handsomeness?