The Lycan King's Fate Calling

A Father

Ethan's POV:

Standing outside the room, I could hear Richard's screams. I squeezed my eyes shut and sighed. I couldn't bear it.

After all, he was my own son. I had raised him, educated him, and held high expectations of him ever since he was a child.

Where had I gone wrong in raising him?

He was such a sweet little thing when he was a child. He always followed me around everywhere I went.

Maybe I was wrong to have sent him to military school, forcing him to do all those things he didn't like.

I sighed and wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes. Some said raising a son would guarantee your retired life, for there would be someone to look after you when you grew older. But heavens, did they have any idea how exhausting it was to even raise a son?

for help were deafening, followed by crackling sounds of something

up so hard that his

inside the room. If I

brother! I was wrong!" Richard's pleading voice broke his old man's

anymore. I took a step towards the door, ready to barge inside. I

beside me, stopped me in time. "Prince Rufus has endured more than enough these years. Don't let him

and he has suffered from the curse for years, all because of me. Guilt had eaten me alive, and because of this, I couldn't bear to look at my own son. I always avoided and ignored Rufus, which resulted

me. "Perhaps it was because you focused on Prince Richard too much that he thought that inheriting the position of the lycan king was inevitable. Consequently,

infinite things in this limited life, but

must be fate. Prince Rufus grew up to be an excellent young man. You could hand over the werewolf race to him and rest

was right. Rufus truly was a strong lycan, and I was proud of him. The burden of running an empire that I had been

relationship was still

a deep grudge against me. Rufus had suffered a lot because of my special treatment towards

of my arrogance and stubbornness, Rufus and Sylvia had almost been separated