Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 908 Poor Rufus

Rufus’ POV:

It was good to know that the doctor was already waiting at my palace upon our return.

The girl hit her head hard. She earned a moderate concussion coupled with a high fever, so she had to be put under constant observation until her condition stabilized. It was also noted that a thorough check-up would be carried out once the child came to.

The report in my hand spawned an inexplicable irritation, resuscitating from the grave an impulse to destroy something immediately. I now regretted that I hadn’t done enough; I shouldn’t have been too lenient on the robbers and should have given them at least a broken rib or two. Perhaps, it would even be ideal to cripple them.

At this time, the sold*iers, who were sent to scour the forest, came back and brought back the survivors of the accident. However, to my grave disappointment, there were not many of them.

One could make out how brutal the robbers were just by looking at the number of survivors, and here I was, more dismal than ever about how sparing I had been on punishing them.

border pack for business and to transport gemstones. Perhaps someone

sat at the head of the table with a cold face and listened to the report from my subordinate. There was an inkling of distaste on my visage as he

be with her. Apparently, they’re siblings, but no one knew them when I asked around among the survivors. I assume they only sneaked into the car.”

by the robbers. I think they got separated during their escape. We’ve searched the entire forest, but there was no sign of the boy’s

voice, a glower beginning to grow at the bridge of

me. Yet, even the hint of pain they were feeling that I could perceive just by the mere sight of their condition did not dissipate the urge to k*ll that was rushing through my

robbers realized that they were walking on eggshells in my presence, all their mouths could utter were pleas for mercy while telling me everything that had happened today. Had they realized sooner how desperate they were to

at them who were busy groveling; I, too, was occupied with fiddling the ring in my hand. Even as I asked, I didn’t lift my gaze. “There’s something missing about your confession. It seems you haven’t told me anything about a little boy, yet. Or is

right. He was so nimble and quick-witted that he chose the small pathways. There were areas in the forest that only children could p@ssthrough, so we gave up chasing him,” one of the robbers answered in a

had his guts of robbing a group

frown that was sculpted on my face grew deeper. My mood was completely spoiled. The robbers cried more desperately upon noticing how unamused I had

to death. Either they were to d*ie with their necks hanging on the gallows or through a slow death on the garrote, I couldn’t care less. Their two insignificant lives would not even be enough to resurrect those who d*ied