The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Adela's POV:

There was a snide quality to the way Lucy looked at me, and she sounded as though she was speaking to an idiot.

I felt outraged as soon as the thought formed in my head. Perhaps Lucy did, in fact, see me as a fool.

But no matter how angry I was, I had no choice but to swallow my rage and endure. Her methods just might work. Besides, I couldn't find anyone else who knew the secrets of the royal family more than she did, at least for now. I lacked confidence in myself, too. I was just the daughter of the Alpha of a small pack. I couldn't even begin to compare to the noble girls who flitted in and out of court. I need a backer, although the one I found seemed to be living a more miserable life than I did.

I eyed the thin, shabby clothes that Lucy was wearing. She was only wearing one coat despite the nasty weather, and the collar was practically threadbare. Even so, the scented tea that she served me every time I visited was excellent. If I didn't know better, I would have thought it was a luxury good.

"What are you looking at?" Lucy snapped, her eyes narrowing at me. She must have caught me staring.

I shrugged and poured myself a cup of tea. "Nothing, my mind was just wandering."

"Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking," Lucy sneered. "You are far from capable, so you'd better behave yourself. I may not have much power around here, but I still have the power to get rid of you."

I froze, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Damn it! How could she be so perceptive? I couldn't believe she saw through my thoughts so easily.

"Please, you know that I consider you the greatest mastermind of all time. When I become queen, I will grant your wishes, no matter what

care what you think. Become the queen first, otherwise your daydreams will simply be just

had to admit, she had a very elegant manner, even something as simple as sipping tea looked so

piqued. "I heard that you used to be

she turned back to me with her cold, icy gaze. "What does it

Lucy's reaction, I could tell that it

confinement, and by extet

away to struggle day by day. It

his

hatred toward the man.

the conversation to the matter of Sylvia instead. "Do you have any pictures or videos of that she-wolf? If I can study some of them, I will have

used to despise her, so I

More to the point, after Sylvia was executed, Laura wiped

mel.n

information about her, including

spoke of

like she