Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1087

Adela’s POV:

There was a snide quality to the way Lucy looked at me, and she sounded as though she was speaking to an idiot.

I felt outraged as soon as the thought formed in my head. Perhaps Lucy did, in fact, see me as a fool.

But no matter how angry I was, I had no choice but to swallow my rage and endure. Her methods just might work. Besides, I couldn’t find anyone else who knew the secrets of the royal family more than she did, at least for now. I lacked confidence in myself, too. I was just the daughter of the Alpha of a small pack. I couldn’t even begin to compare to the noble girls who flitted in and out of court. I need a backer, although the one I found seemed to be living a more miserable life than I did.

I eyed the thin, shabby clothes that Lucy was wearing. She was only wearing one coat despite the nasty weather, and the collar was practically threadbare.

Even so, the scented tea that she served me every time I visited was excellent. If I didn’t know better, at most I would have thought it was a luxury good.

“What are you looking at?” Lucy snapped, her eyes narrowing at me. She must have caught me staring. I shrugged and poured myself a cup of tea. “Nothing, my mind was just wandering.”

“Don’t think that I don’t know what you’re thinking,” Lucy sneered. “You are far from capable, so you’d better behave yourself. I may not have much power around here, but I still have the power to get rid of you.”

I froze, and I felt a chill run down my spine. Damn it! How could she be so perceptive? I couldn’t believe she saw through my thoughts so easily.

I mustered an awkward smile and tucked an imaginative strand of hair behind my ear. “Please, you know that I consider you the greatest mastermind of all time. When I become queen, I will grant your wishes, no matter what they are.”

Lucy threw me a contemptuous look before saying, “I don’t really care what you think. Become the queen first, otherwise your daydreams will simply be just that—dreams.”

I struggled to suppress my anger and bit out a smile. “Yes, you’re right. We should take this step by step.” Lucy turned away from me and focused on her own teacup. I had to admit, she had a very elegant manner, even something as simple as sipping tea looked so graceful when she did it. It was almost most like she had come from one of the noble families.

My interest was piqued. “I heard that you used to be Prince Richard’s wife,” I remarked casually.

Her face darkened at that, and she turned back to me with her cold, icy gaze. “What does it matter to you?”

I touched my nose and averted my eyes. Judging by Lucy’s reaction, I could tell that it was true. Richard had been sentenced to lifelong confinement, and by extension his family had been sent away to struggle day by day. It was only natural for her to harbor some hatred toward the man.

I decided to drop the subject and divert the conversation to the matter of Sylvia instead. “Do you have any pictures or videos of that she-wolf? If I can study some of them, I will have a better chance at imitating her.”

“No. I used to despise her, so I didn’t really have any reason to keep anything of hers. More to the point, after Sylvia was executed, Laura wiped out all the existing information about her, including

photos.” Lucy spoke of her so nonchalantly, like she was talking about the weather.

I didn’t say anything more. To be honest, I was distracted by the floral tea I was drinking. It smelled so good and tasted delicious. It had a lingering taste that stayed with me long after I’d left Lucy’s place.

I plucked a fresh teabag from the box on the table and carefully observed it. “What is it made of?” I asked in what I hoped was a casual voice.

“I mix it myself. If you like it so much, I can pack some for you to take home.” Lucy’s tone was still cold as ever, and she didn’t even bother looking at me.

This was just how she was. She was often mean to me, and I knew she didn’t think highly of me, either, but she was always generous. The last time I was here, she also gave me some goodies and homemade wine.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Although you can be mean sometimes, you still treat me better than my sisters.”

Lucy did turn to me then, the ghost of a smile on her lips. It was a rare sight, indeed. “You will be my future sister-in-law, after all,” she replied.

I basked in those words. Just like that, all our previous disagreements and my apprehensions disappeared. I took her hands and beamed at her. “If only everyone is like you. I’ve met another she- wolf before, but she was immediately hostile to me for no reason. That wasn’t nice at all!”

Lucy frowned and asked, “Which she-wolf?”