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...

hypocrite, I knew that there was still a tough

his hand and

an overly affectionate tone, he said, "Even if your face scars, I'll still love you.After all, I love

Ethan was here, I had no choice but to hide the disgust

me

now that you two have accepted each other as mates, you'll be together for the rest

said to Richard in a

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

spoke, Richard

my spine and it took all of my willpower not to gag on the

was even better at

home and let her rest," Ethan said

He looked exhausted.

he asked Richard and me to

wanted so desperately to swat Richard's hand away, but he seemed addicted to this

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

the nausea and forced a

behind us,

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

pushed his hand away

away from me, you

sneered and

so cold, my dear? You should thank me for saving

eyes went as wide

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

were the one who

whispered in my ear, his voice as cold and vile