Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1073
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Crystalâs POV:
When the soldiers informed me that someone had taken credit without an explanation, I believed it was the vampiresâ ploy.
I was enraged. I hadnât expected these vampires to be so persistent!
After hurriedly bidding the soldiers goodbye, I entered the lycan kingâs palace and directly marched to Rufusâ room. I was worried that the vampiresâ conspiracy would succeed again.
But when I reached the door, I hesitated. I didnât know if I was in a position to inquire about Rufus. I stood by the door for a while, scratching my ears and cheeks, but couldnât come up with a suitable excuse. I carefully pushed the door and opened it slightly so I could survey the situation inside.
I convinced myself that if things werenât as serious as I believed them to be, then I was better off leaving.
The crack slowly widened. I was instantly greeted with the sight of a beautiful coy she-wolf standing beside Rufusâ bed. She was watching him shyly. She had a sweet and charming expression on her face, looking as if she wanted to wrap her b*ody around him.
Rufus was lying on the bed. The doctor who was changing his dressing was sweating profusely as he put away a long piece of gauze that was stained with b***d.
The she-wolf gently mopped away the cold sweat that drenched Rufusâ forehead with her handkerchief. Her eyes were filled with pity. Although Rufus maintained a stoic expression, he didnât refuse the she-
wolfâs kindness.
My b***d began boiling when I saw this cozy scene. Damn it! How could he not deny her help? Why didnât he refuse her? Wasnât he disinterested in women? The she-wolf stood in such close proximity to him, but he didnât push her away.
I was so furious that I almost couldnât restrain myself from rushing in and slapping the womanâs hand away.
But my rational mind interrupted me, telling me that I couldnât stop Rufus from finding new happiness.
My fingers curled into fists as the soldierâs words ran on a loop in my mind. âItâs Miss Adela. She saved the king.â
These words struck my already volatile nerves.
Bastard! Who was this she-wolf? How dare she take the credit for something she hadnât done?
Laura, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, also asked her how she had saved Rufus.
The she-wolf confidently made up a long story and Laura almost believed her.
I couldnât tolerate it anymore. I threw the door open and charged inside. I directly approached the she- wolf and called her out as a liar.
She was taken aback for a second, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Rufus turn around and regard me suspiciously.
I managed to remain calm. Turning to him, I angrily asked, âDid you see her save you with your own eyes? How can you be so sure that she is telling the truth? What if she is fooling you?â
Rufus remained quiet. He just gazed at me as if he wanted to see into my soul.
Staring at his pale face, I was overcome with guilt and rage as I continued, âYou know, the vampires injured you this time. They can disguise themselves as werewolves or compel a werewolf to become their puppet. Itâs difficult to guarantee that this she -wolf is not a spy. You must be careful!â
The more I spoke, the more my temper rose. I was so angry with Rufus. A she-wolf claimed that she had saved him and he just believed her. He had always been a smart man. How could he be such a moron at critical moments?
Rufus furrowed his eyebrows and his expression changed subtly. He was at a loss for words, so he turned around and simply ignored me.
I heaved a sigh of relief. Turning my attention to the she-wolf, I confidently said, âYou claimed that you saved the king, so give us the details.â