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.

back!” Beryl turned around, surprised to know I was in the kitchen. Without second thoughts, she gave up on the unrecognizable roast chicken of some sort that was on her hand, jumped off

her up. The stains might have earned a scowl from me, but I remembered something exploded earlier and Beryl

thinking that I wasn’t getting any younger, yet still without a child to nurture. I wanted to see young versions of me running along the hallways of this grand palace, but seeing as I had none, I figured I could care for

had quite an idea what she was trying to concoct, judging from the burnt chicken¬looking food she threw away. I took out a handkerchief and handed it to

was too hungry and craving for a roast chicken.” The little girl ignored the handkerchief and stretched out her oily hands confidently, asking me to help her wipe. This girl was cunning, I would give her

she pleaded.

aggrieved, her lips pulled into a pout. “Not yet.

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

more when you stay with me.” Beryl scrunched her

away. She smelled heavily of garlic and lemon. After drying her face, Beryl looked like her

submissive before my mercy. Beryl suddenly put a small piece of pie into my mouth,

shoved into my mouth. Beryl was perched on a chair tall enough beside me to reach for my mouth. I glanced at the maids kneeling in front

timidly by doing a small curtsy and hurried to exit the dining room