The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

The child looked so pitiful. The bandage on his face was loosened, his cheek was swollen and red, and his bare arm was covered in pinch marks.

I was already in a bad mood, and when seeing this, I felt like killing someone.

There were five she-wolves surrounding the child. The one in the lead had very short hair and was bizarrely dressed. She was wearing a bunch of metal jewelry all over a frumpy black dress. She looked like a free-thinker, but in fact, she bullied the weak and feared the strong. Otherwise, why did she tremble violently as soon as she saw me?

I took the child's hand and pulled him towards me, and then ordered the five she-wolves to kneel down and apologize to the child.

The she-wolves didn't dare to refuse. They all fell to their knees and apologized to Arron profusely.

To my surprise, Arron didn't accept their apology. He was such a little boy and his voice was very childish, but he was quite articulate.

my mommy, not me. You hurt her favorite baby and you

heard that. How dare these she-wolves say such a thing? They

exchanged anxious glances, and no one was willing to take the initiative to apologize

reproach an Alpha for no reason should be sentenced to exile." I looked coldly at the she-wolves

the she-wolves realize the gravity of the situation. They apologized to Arron profusely, "We're sorry. We shouldn't

and looked at them stubbornly.

the world, and you're her beautiful baby." The she-wolves smiled at the child flatteringly. Although they kept apologizing, I knew that they didn't really mean it. There

though he didn't point it out directly. Not knowing how to deal with them, he hid behind

front of Arron protectively. I sneered at the she-wolves kneeling on the ground and said, "It's too late to apologize now. Tell your fathers

that they cried out and begged

wails, so I waved my hand and

they were gone, I squatted down, picked up the dirty scarf, patted the dust