The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Resentment accumulated in my heart. I couldn't control my emotions as I held the dagger tightly. I didn't want to jump into conclusions yet, but I couldn't shake off the possibility.

Rufus put his cold hand over mine and carefully chose his words. "We haven't seen his corpse yet. We still don't know anything for sure."

He then took the dagger from my hand and threw it on the tray.

"Leave it to me," Rufus whispered to clear away my fog of thoughts.

His voice unknotted my tense nerves. I looked up at him, and then slowly I nodded. "Okay." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Rufus gave my little finger a light squeeze, as if comforting me in silence. That was a brief gesture, but it mattered a lot for me.

"That's enough. The truth is right before your eyes. What else do you want?" Alina cut in angrily.

that. As the prince, I have the right to dig into this matter more and find out the truth." "There's no way that's going to happen." There was no trace of hesitation in Alina's tone as she refused, and then sneered. "I'm his biological daughter, so I'm the one who has the right to deal with his funeral. I've handed over the murderer to you. But if you don't believe me, then there's nothing I can do. Insisting on doing the autopsy will be an outright disrespect! My father has fought countless battles for the empire. Don't you want to give him the peaceful rest he rightfully deserves,

nonsense. How can we believe that Chet is the murderer just by your mere words? Alina, I'm guessing you're just feeling

face and stood in front of me to protect me. "Alina, don't

"

instinctively and not daring to raise her voice in his presence anymore. She was, after all, under Rufus' command. "Anyway, just

a voice laced with grief and indignation resonated from

you going

seemed that the soldiers

people, including professional forensic experts and criminal

out a heavy sigh. She had no choice but to concede. She unwillingly stood aside and let Rufus, Edwin and the others go up the stairs. Her protest was the least thing we wanted

in a hurry, but Alina stopped me again and signaled her

She was utterly

in my impulse to curse at her and just

over her chest. "Who are you? What right do you have to go in? Princess Sylvia? Ha! You're funny. You're not a princess until you get married to Prince Rufus.

"You-"