Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1199

Rufus’ POV

In the face of my subordinates’ burning questions, I decided to be brief with my answer. “This little boy is Arron He is Alpha Crystal’s son.”

Unsurprisingly, my men looked even more baffled upon hearing this, especially Kiefer. Your Majesty, why does Alpha Crystal’s child resemble you so much?”

This time, I didn’t bother with an answer. Instead, I told them the layout of the place and the current situation at the traffickers’ base. I directed them to the room where the children were confined, and gave them an estimate of the number of kids we had to rescue. Most of all, I told them to get the kids out, first and foremost, as soon as they could.

My men didn’t dare to tarry any longer. They quickly lined up and moved forward. Only Kiefer and a handful of his elite soldiers stayed behind with me.

I waved him over and set Arron down. “Take good care of him. Take him back to the imperial palace and get him examined by the doctor.”

Kiefer was a confidant of mine. I could entrust the boy to him without any worry. “Yes, Your Majesty.” Kiefer took Arron’s hand with a sigh. “You look so alike.”

Arron, being the precocious little boy that he is, sidled up next to Kiefer before turning his big eyes at me.

My heart instantly softened. I crouched down so that we were at eye level. “Listen, Arron. You need to return to the palace with him, okay? I will only get worried if you stayed here, where it isn’t safe.”

“I understand,” Arron nodded seriously. “I’ll stay put and behave.”

“All right. And don’t worry, okay? I promise to bring your mommy back safe and sound.” I looked him in the eye as I spoke, hoping that my sincerity would come across and alleviate his fears.

Thankfully, he bobbed his head in earnest, his eyes twinkling with hope. “It’s okay, I trust you! I’ll be waiting for you at the imperial palace!” It was clear that Arron was brought up well. As for Beryl… that little girl could be too naught for her own good at times, but she had a heart of gold. Whenever she found something that delighted her, she would always make sure to bring it back to share with me and my mother. My chest ached at the thought. If Beryl and Arron were twins, then that meant that Beryl was my biological daughter, too.

Though I couldn’t confirm anything yet, I had a feeling that everything would come to light pretty soon.

How could it not, when I was resolved to uncover every secret Crystal was keeping? I smiled and took a candy out of my pocket. “Here, this is a small reward for your bravery. You’re a good boy, Arron.”

He returned my smile with a timid one of his before taking the candy. “Thank you, Sir.” I ruffled his hair and nodded at Kiefer. “There’s one more thing I need you to do.” I made sure no one was paying attention to us and surreptitiously tucked a bloodstained strip of cloth into his hands. “This is my b***d. Have them do a paternity test on Arron while they conduct his check-up.”

Kiefer pulled back in shock. “Your Majesty, do you mean to say that the boy is really your son?”

“Run the test first,” I hedged. “And don’t tell my mother about this. We can talk once I return.” My mother had been on Crystal’s side since the day the latter had come to the imperial capital. It was so obvious, it was almost laughable. There was no telling what lengths my mother would go to just to keep their secrets. I wouldn’t even put it past her to tamper with the paternity test results. Kiefer carefully deposited the cloth into his jacket pocket, collected Arron and then set out for the imperial palace.

I, too, gathered the remaining soldiers and led them to Lee’s lair.

According to the clowns, they only had two bases. One was in the villa, and the other was in the amusement park, Despite the fierce battle that had ensued there in the villa, Lee had never shown up. I could only deduce that he was still at the park, presumably holding Crystal captive.

My heart hammered inside my chest as I thought of Crystal. She was one of the few warriors whose strength I acknowledged and even admired, and I hoped fervently that she would hold her own. At least, until I got to her. “Please don’t d*ie,” I muttered under my breath, a short prayer that I sent out into the wind. I still needed her to explain why her son was the spitting image of me.