Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Lucy's POV: 

As Sylvia ran off with Rufus, Ethan dispatched a large number of men to chase after them.

In the meantime, I was sent to the hospital for my , wounds to be treated.

The doctors there conducted a thorough physical examination.

As soon as I walked out of the examination room, I found Ethan and Richard waiting for me by the door.

"How do you feel?" Ethan asked, his forehead creased with concern.

Stunned, I glanced at Richard subconsciously.He winked at me meaningfully.I knew that he wanted me to continue with the pitiful act.

"What's the matter? You must tell the doctors if you feel anything off,"

Ethan added quickly when I didn't respond fast enough.

"No, no.I'm fine, and so is the baby,"

I lowered my head and answered respectfully, twiddling my thumbs nervously.If I wanted the baby to be born without a hitch, then he needed to be born as a prince.I needed to completely conceal the fact that the baby's father was Kyle, not Richard.

Ethan sighed with relief.

"That's good.I'll have the best doctors treat the wounds on your face.Don't lose hope, my dear girl.Just take good care of yourself and the baby for the time being."

I nodded, not daring to say anything more.

I felt extremely bad.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that my face would be permanently disfigured one day.I was thankful to be alive, but...

at Richard once more, that damned hypocrite, I knew that there was still

reached out his hand and slipped it

your face scars, I'll still love you.After all, I love you for who you

had no choice

me

mates, you'll be together for the rest of your lives.Richard, take good care of Lucy.Don't let me catch you treating her

said to Richard in

I'll take care of her, Father.I'm willing to

he spoke, Richard looked at me

down my spine and it took all of my

even better at acting than

nothing else, help Lucy back home and let her

He looked exhausted.

dismissively, he asked Richard and me to

I wanted so desperately to swat Richard's

kisses on my forehead from time to time, all the way until we

tried my best to endure the nausea and forced a smile

the door behind us, I shook off Richard's hand with

dropped the act, too.He grabbed my collar violently and hissed, "Where do you think

away

away from me,

sneered and

dear? You should thank me for saving your

as wide as

it weren't for you, I wouldn't have

the one who betrayed me

whispered in my ear, his voice as cold and vile