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.

I was in the kitchen. Without second thoughts, she gave up on the unrecognizable roast chicken of some sort that was on her hand,

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

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 other people’s children to express my fatherly love I had no one else to

what she was trying to concoct, judging from the burnt chicken¬looking food

and craving for a roast chicken.” The little girl ignored the handkerchief and stretched out her

did as she pleaded. “Have you

head, feeling aggrieved, her lips pulled into a pout. “Not yet. I didn’t see

I still said crossly, “Does that have anything to do with your

I can eat more when you stay

garlic and lemon. After drying her face, Beryl looked like her usual cute manner.

my mercy. Beryl suddenly put a small piece of pie into my mouth, perhaps to appease me,

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

a small curtsy and hurried to exit