The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Lucy's POV:

After reasoning with her, Adela finally gave up the idea of sounding Rufus out.

I didn't have the patience to pander to her idiocy much longer, so after giving her a few more words of comfort, I immediately sent her away.

Once she was gone, I went to the study on the second floor. I removed the knick-knacks lining one of the shelves and took out a metal key from a hidden grove. I inserted it to its designated keyhole and let myself into the adjoining secret room.

It was by no means a large space, just a cozy nook I used to store Kyle's ashes.

Back then, I had sent someone to collect Kyle's body in secret, but all that was left at the site were a pile of bones. He had long been devoured by wild beasts.

I stroked the carved lines on the urn before pressing my lips against its surface. If Richard hadn't meddled with us, I might have had a complete and happy family right now. Firman wouldn't suffer public criticism and bullying, and we wouldn't be living such a pathetic and miserable life.

I took a deep breath to steady my emotions. I had lost count of the times I had come here and wept, but I still cried whenever I thought of Kyle.

I missed him so much. I would give anything to have him back, alive and safe.

my bleak existence had come and gone so quickly, as if it were nothing more

Crystal, and my cruel bastard of a

Richard's downfall, my father had disowned me and focused on his another daughter, hoping this new pawn of a daughter could help him achieved his ambition. No one cared

Although Firman was acknowledged as a member of the royal family, his association with Richard deemed him deserving to be looked down upon. Even the son of a Beta from a small, unknown pack would have no qualms

clench my fists. I wanted to punish everyone who had dared to lay a hand on my

my situation all the worse was the fact that I couldn't even

be submitting myself to certain death if I

sired any children in the last five years. As long as Rufus never bore an heir, the throne would inevitably go to Firman-his

had been drugging

through the scented

not knowing that it would make her infertile. It. was also

secure in the

she would never pose a

She probably thought I was a kind, magnanimous person under my rough exterior. I counted myself lucky that she was so

vain and self-centered. I needed some time to rein

afternoon, and my heart suddenly felt heavy