Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Alina’s POV: 

The queen’s hall dazzled with lights.I took the tea from the maid and brought it to Laura.

"Your Majesty, please taste this.I made it with dew," I said softly.

Laura nodded and took a sip.

Then, she raised her head and smiled at me.

"You’re so considerate.Only you care about me."

"Your Majesty, you are kidding, right? Prince Rufus also cares about you." I pursed my lips and smiled, faking obedience in an effort to impress her.

"Rufus?"Laura snorted and knocked the teacup on the table.

"I can’t remember a day that he doesn’t piss me off. Richard also makes me worried.

He has been lawless and doesn’t give a damn about me because the king has been paying more attention to him.’ "Please don’t be angry."

I slyly winked at the servants, gesturing for them to leave.

Then, I turned to Laura and said, "Richard is not a legitimate prince after all.He will never be as good as Prince Rufus."

Laura’s face visibly relaxed.

"I know that.But Richard’s existence is like a thorn in my heart.I can’t stop worrying until I get rid of him."

Laura was a cruel and merciless she-wolf.

Word said Laura had told the king she wouldn’t accept Richard unless his mother died.

I knew that Laura couldn’t bear to see Rufus with Sylvia — an ignoble slave.

Therefore, I had to provoke Laura and make her hate Sylvia altogether.

"I think getting Rufus married would solve all the problems,"

a low

my shyness, Laura arched an eyebrow and said, "I have

bubbled up in

inside of my thigh, and tears

bother to

changed, and her voice

bitch! She doesn’t deserve to

her gaze startled

like a mean, old

begun to despise her.I lowered my head,

I should just

seem to like me

on Rufus.You should try

lowered my head, faking sadness and

likes her.Maybe I

Laura didn’t seem to like me

me and said, "That seductress has cast a spell on Rufus.You

made my heart sink.I wondered if she

been working hard."

there was no

even

you lose to a slave, you will end up being

in her eyes made me feel ashamed

won’t happen, Your Majesty.I don’t give a damn about Sylvia.Sooner or later, Rufus will come

cold, mean she-wolf, after

say anything, her face softened a

gilded invitation card by the side and said, "This Friday is Rufus’s birthday.I have planned a masquerade party for him.I will ask

quickly took the

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

an excellent

Rufus’ heart

Sylvia dared to stand in my way again, I would

invite me to be his