Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Rufus‘s POV: 

The queen‘s hall was brightly lit.The servants were on their knees, fearing that they would be implicated.I casually walked in.

Just then, a teacup shattered at my feet.

"What‘s making you angry, mother?" I smiled at her.

"How dare you question me?"

My mother dramatically slumped on the sofa with a grumpy look on her face.I walked over and sat beside her, ignoring her tone.

Like my father, my mother, too, liked smashing things when she got angry.

"You can leave now." I waved my hand, gesturing for the servants to leave.

My mother glanced at me and waved the fan in her hand to get some air.

"Get rid of that she–wolf."

"She has a name.It‘s Sylvia."

I stretched back and cracked my knuckles without taking her words seriously.

care what her name is. She is a slave, after all." My mother

she–wolf like this will only

is my mate. I‘ve accepted her," I

face darkened even more.I arched an eyebrow and examined

rage.I poured her a cup of

I hope you understand." Laura threw the cup onto

She sprang to her feet and

mouth sank, revealing the

never allow a she–wolf of humble status to be your mate.My daughter–in–law

parents to accept Sylvia

were more important to them

didn‘t matter because I

the heir to the lycan king.Do you want such a she–wolf to lead all the werewolves with you in the future?

rage.She took deep breaths and

begun to interfere in political affairs.If you don‘t marry a mate from a powerful

heart sank at

for my mother because she

that I was cursed, nor did she know that my father had decided to give up on me

my mother because it would

to the lycan bloodline as well.Only such a she–wolf deserves you," my mother tried persuading

Sylvia in my life," I said,