Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 248

Maya’s POV:

A special interview was to be held after the soldiers’ parade.

Glancing at my watch, I realized it was time for me to prepare Prince Rufus’ clothes.

Only then did it occur to me that I still had his phone, so I fished it out of my pocket, intending to give it to him first.

The screen lit up and I inadvertently glanced at it. There were a lot of missed calls—all from Miss Todd. The phone had been muted, so I didn’t even realize she had been calling.

Just then, the phone started to buzz again. I looked at Prince Rufus, who was surrounded by a bunch of werewolves—from senior officials to elders of the empire. I knew I couldn’t disturb him now.

But the phone kept ringing incessantly. Miss Todd probably had something important to tell him. Why else would she have kept calling him despite knowing he was busy?

After thinking it over for a while, I finally answered the phone. “Hello, Miss Todd. I’m sorry but Prince Rufus can’t come to the phone right now. This is Maya. How can I help?”

Miss Todd sounded pleasantly surprised to hear my voice. “Oh, hello, Maya! Are you with him right now?”

“Yes, I am. If you want me to pass a message to him, just tell me. I’ll share it with Prince Rufus once he’s done with his work,” I offered.

“I’m glad you’re with him. Now, listen to me carefully. Don’t let Rufus take flowers from the flower child,” Miss Todd said anxiously. There was a whistling sound from the other end of the line, as though she was running and the wind was whipping against her.

Stunned, I didn’t understand what she meant at first. “But he already accepted the flowers, Miss Todd.”

“Damn it!” she cursed suddenly.

In that moment, I realized that something was wrong. “Miss Todd, what happened?”

“Tell me where you are right now,” Miss Todd said briskly, ignoring my question.

“We’re standing near the statue in the center of the city.” I broke into a cold sweat. “Are you coming here?”

“Yes, I’m on my way. I’ll be there soon. Keep an eye on Rufus while waiting for me. Don’t let him out of your sight, understand?”

Without waiting for a response, Miss Todd hung up the phone hurriedly.

My heart began to race. I had a feeling something bad was going to happen. Miss Todd had mentioned flowers—could there be something wrong with the flowers? Indeed, I felt its fragrance was strange.

Prince Rufus had been holding those flowers in his hands for a while now.

I looked at him, still surrounded by a crowd of werewolves, and walked over there without hesitation. But before I could get close, I heard a sudden shriek from the crowd.

“Ah! What the—?!”

“Run! Prince Rufus has gone crazy!”

Shell-shocked, I stood glued to my spot. Crazy? What was that supposed to mean? We weren’t about to have a full moon, nor was it even night time right now.

I was anxious to know what exactly had happened, but there were too many werewolves blocking my sight.

I tried to squeeze into the crowd, but chaos had already broken loose. Everyone tried to run away in a panic, causing a violent stampede. It wasn’t long before I was suddenly shoved to the ground and countless pairs of feet trampled on me. I had no choice but to curl into a ball and protect my head with all my strength. I had to stay where I was, not daring to move.

“You’re going to die down there! Get up and run!” A werewolf in his thirties helped me to my feet.

I grabbed his hand and managed to stand up. Having no time to say thanks to him, I continued to push against the crowd to reach Prince Rufus.

“What the—? Where are you going? Prince Rufus is crazy!” the werewolf shouted in disbelief from behind me.

I knew he meant well, but I didn’t care about anything else in the heat of the moment. I couldn’t believe my ears. Everything had been going well until just now. How could Prince Rufus go crazy in public at this time? No, it was simply impossible!

Finally, I managed to squeeze past the inner circle and saw what everyone was panicking about.

Papers littered the ground, flapping with the wind.

The elders who were always dressed formally in suits and ties were no longer as calm and collected as they usually were. They all lay prone on the ground, trembling, and their eyes were filled with horror, as if they had encountered some terrifying monster.

Following their gaze, I found Prince Rufus standing in the center, emitting a dangerously violent aura. And he was holding up a werewolf by his neck, strangling him, nearly crushing him into pieces on the spot.