Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 1115 Rufus’ Heir

Lucy’s POV:

After reasoning with her, Adela finally gave up the idea of sounding Rufus out.

I didn’t have the patience to pander to her idiocy much longer, so after giving her a few more words of comfort, I immediately sent her away.

Once she was gone, I went to the study on the second floor. I removed the knick-knacks lining one of the shelves and took out a metal key from a hidden grove. I inserted it to its designated keyhole and let myself into the adjoining secret room.

It was by no means a large space, just a cozy nook I used to store Kyle’s ashes.

Back then, I had sent someone to collect Kyle’s body in secret, but all that was left at the site were a pile of bones. He had long been devoured by wild beasts. I stroked the carved lines on the urn before pressing my lips against its surface. If Richard hadn’t meddled with us, I might have had a complete and happy family right now. Firman wouldn’t suffer public criticism and bullying, and we wouldn’t be living such a pathetic and miserable life.

count of the times I

him so much. I would give anything to have him back,

light in my bleak existence had come and gone so quickly, as if it

them all—Richard, Rufus, Crystal, and my cruel bastard

on his another daughter, hoping this new pawn of a daughter could help him achieved his ambition. No one cared

it was next to impossible to make a single move without a strong backer. Although Firman was acknowledged as a member of the royal family, his association with Richard deemed him deserving to be looked down upon. Even the son of a Beta

me clench my fists. I wanted to punish everyone who had dared to lay a hand on my son. I wanted to kill them

worse was the fact that I

king. I would only be submitting myself to certain death if I was too

was a good thing that Rufus had never married or sired any children in the last five years. As long as Rufus never

scented tea that she loved so much. She drank it every time she visited, not knowing that it would make her infertile. It was also one of the reasons

was a kind, magnanimous person under my rough exterior. I counted myself lucky that she was so stupid, or my plan wouldn’t have played out

time to rein her in and hone her wit to keep her from sabotaging

and