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...

that damned hypocrite, I knew that there was

his hand and slipped it

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

choice but to hide

me and

that you two have accepted each other as mates, you'll be together for the rest of your lives.Richard,

Richard in a low, ominous

her, Father.I'm willing to protect her with

he spoke, Richard looked at me

a shiver down my spine and it took all of my willpower not to gag

bastard was even better at acting

there's nothing else, help Lucy back home

He looked exhausted.

dismissively, he asked

away, I wanted so desperately to swat Richard's hand away, but

forehead from time to time, all the

nausea and forced a smile until we were

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

collar violently and hissed, "Where do you think

his hand away and

from

and hugged me

You should thank

eyes went as wide as

If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been disfigured for the rest

the one who betrayed me first,

whispered in my ear, his voice