Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 1195 Father And Son (Rufus’ POV)

I remained stunned for a long time and studied the child’s little face repeatedly. I even thought I was hallucinating.

I reached out and pinched his cheek gently. It was soft and warm. He was not a mannequin. He looked just like me.

But why?

How could the child look so similar to me? He was an exact replica of me as a kid. At first, I was pretty sure that this boy was Arron, but now, some uncertainty crept in. How could Crystal’s child resemble me? He also had no wounds on his face. This situation was just so strange.

But if this boy wasn’t Arron, who could he be? When did I have an illegitimate child? This child must be around five years old. If he was truly my child, I would have gotten his mother pregnant five or six years ago.

I was still a prince during that period. My temper was worse than it was now. I had absolutely no interest in women back then. It was impossible that a she-wolf could get close to me and get pregnant with my child. But what if this child was really Arron? As I thought about how Crystal had always kept Arron’s face bandaged, I wondered if it was because she was afraid of it being discovered that he looked like me.

people were present in the palace, and once

this the secret she wanted to

also been in the imperial capital

began to pound as these thoughts raced through my

I couldn’t continue this

quickly shoved these musings away and told myself that the boy in front of me was not Arron.

over in his sleep and called out

his fluffy hair. Even his hair

him for some unknown reason. This strange feeling was not a coincidence. Omar was also stunned and said in disbelief, Rufus,

over and over again. “He looks so similar to you when you were little. His nose and mouth are so cute. Can you turn into wolf form so I can touch him? I really want to feel him.” Omar was also hit with a strong

gazing down at the little boy.

really wanted to cradle his neck… Retracting my sharp claws, I gently placed my

that moment that I wanted to run, scream, and protect him

to leave now. Let’s go