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.

chicken of some sort

have earned a scowl from

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

was trying to concoct, judging from the burnt chicken¬looking food she threw away. I took out a

stretched out her oily hands confidently, asking me to help her wipe. This girl was cunning, I would give

and did as she

shook her head, feeling aggrieved, her lips pulled into a pout. “Not

disgruntled rattled and softened my heart, but I still

you stay with

of garlic and lemon. After drying her face, Beryl looked like her

looked submissive before my mercy. Beryl suddenly put a small piece of pie into my mouth, perhaps to appease me, and said in

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 kneeling in front of me and dismissed them. “You can leave now.

answered timidly by doing a small curtsy and hurried to