Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Rufus‘ POV:

“You may go.” My father seemed a little tired already. He waved his hand and dismissed me.

I nodded expressionlessly and left. 

Although I got Ethan to agree to keep Sylvia, it didn‘t mean I could delay the investigation on Sylvia‘s mother any longer. Otherwise, we could get into more trouble later on. If that were to happen, the problem would not just be as simple to solve as gossip. 

“Anything about the investigation I assigned to you?” I asked my attendant in a low voice. 

“The file indicates that Miss Todd‘s mother was indeed a Beta. She rebelled later on and was said to have killed the former Alpha. Because of this, she was executed by her own pack members,” the attendant reported back. 

“Mm. Anything else?” 

“Yes, well. It seemed all this information came from one source the Gamma of Miss Todd‘s pack.” 

Mateo after all. I honestly thought it was going to be that bumbling idiot Shawn. I did not expect that a Gamma could make so much trouble. Immediately, I was put in a bad mood, but

the execution of Miss Todd‘s mother. Along with this, all

mastermind behind all of this probably never expected that this case would be dug up one day.

seemingly flawless the case appeared to be, the more suspicious it actually sounded.

Keep investigating. Start with the missing witness.”  After giving out the order, my mind immediately went to Sylvia, who was probably waiting for me in my living room. I walked back as quickly

and had simple make up done on her face.

for a moment. I couldn‘t take my eyes off of her. Until I felt that there was something wrong. I could tell she wasn‘t really in a good mood. Although she was smiling, it looked fake, which

wrong?” I asked, slowly walking up

and smiled

looked into her eyes, trying to find the truth. She lowered her

eyes, I looked down and saw some hair scattered all over the floor,

But because her hair was a little dry and brittle, some had fallen out,” the head maid spoke

seemed to like butting in. This was already the second time today she had cut into our conversation. But with Sylvia in the room, I didn‘t want to scold the maid in front of her

hoping to get some confirmation in her eyes. Sylvia averted my gaze and stood up, shrugging, “It‘s no big deal. It doesn‘t really matter.”