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.

tucked an imaginative strand of hair behind my ear. "Please, you know that I consider you the greatest mastermind of all time. When I become queen, I

"I don't really care what you think. Become the queen first, otherwise your

suppress my anger and bit out a smile. "Yes, you're right. We should take this step by step." Lucy turned away from me and focused on her own teacup. I had to admit, she had a very elegant manner,

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