Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 963 Dark Fairy Tales

Rufus’ POV:

A loud noise greeted me upon my return to my palace. It was an explosion coming from the kitchen, followed by a child’s cry.

I felt my heart quicken its pace. I scurried towards the kitchen and noticed a little girl who had an afro and probably a smudged face. She had her back facing me; particularly, she struggled to climb on a chair, her b*tt waving at me, as she fiddled with something beside the oven. I lifted my gaze towards the stove, and on it were a scorched pot and bowls on top of the other.

Headache surged through me as the scene left me baffled and speechless. The anger that I wanted badly to vent as I made my way here dissipated when I saw the little girl. I moved towards her.

“Beryl, what are you doing?” I tried to sound gentle. The last thing I would want right now was to frighten the girl, lest her mother would be so petty as to get even with me.

Just the thought of her mother—that she-wolf—had me gritting my teeth. For the first time in my life, someone dared to ditch me and run away. She told me her stomach ached, but only a fool would believe her stupid excuse. It was obvious that she was guilty for a reason I didn’t know. All I could gather was that she must be up to no good.

second thoughts, she gave up on the unrecognizable roast chicken of some sort that was on her hand, jumped off the chair, and circled her little arms around my thighs,

frowned instinctively but didn’t push her away. Instead, I picked her up. The stains might have earned a scowl from me,

nurture. I wanted to see young versions of me running along the

are you doing?” I repeated my unanswered question, although I had quite an idea what she was trying to concoct, judging from the burnt

a roast chicken.” The little girl ignored the handkerchief and stretched out her oily hands confidently, asking me to

as she

pout. “Not yet. I didn’t see

my heart, but I still said crossly, “Does that have anything to do

you stay with me.”

wash it all away. She smelled heavily of garlic and lemon. After drying her face, Beryl looked like her usual cute manner. I asked the maids to bring some food for Beryl right after scolding them severely. How could they let kids choose whether

piece of pie into my mouth, perhaps to appease me, and said in her cute voice, “Daddy, don’t get

a chair tall enough beside me to reach for my mouth. I glanced at the maids kneeling in front of me and dismissed them. “You can leave now.

curtsy and