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.

unrecognizable roast chicken of some sort that was on her hand, jumped off the

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

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 other people’s children to express my fatherly

question, although I 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

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

she pleaded. “Have

into a pout. “Not yet. I didn’t

and softened my heart, but I still

course! I can eat more when you stay with me.” Beryl scrunched

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 to eat or not? I

of pie into my mouth, perhaps

froze for a while and quickly swallowed the pie she shoved into my mouth. Beryl was perched on a chair tall enough beside me to reach for my mouth. I glanced at the

maids answered timidly by doing a small curtsy and hurried to exit the