Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 535

Rufus’ POV:

“Could something have gone wrong? What if the distress signals never reached the imperial capital city? The border is very far after all. It’s possible,” Flora asked, frowning in confusion.

Geoffrey snorted. “What a convenient coincidence!”

“It just doesn’t make sense. How could the royal family have ignored this?” Flora licked her chapped lips and murmured.

“You already know the answer. We only received one reply in the end. At the time, my father excitedly opened the envelope, his eyes filled with hope—only to read a cold message.” He paused and slowly raised his head to look at me with a mocking smile. “Do you know what the message said? It said that this place was no longer under the jurisdiction of the werewolf race. Can you believe it?” He burst into bitter laughter.

“For so many years, we were shunned by the royal family—by our own race. Yet now, you have the audacity to come here and say you want to make our lives better? Such bullshit! What gave you the right? Is it just because you’re from the imperial capital? Is it because you were born noble? You think you have the power to show up here out of nowhere and change things? Stop kidding yourself!”

While laughing, he suddenly coughed violently and spat out phlegm. “My father! He was exhausted to death. His health deteriorated. All for the sake of the pack—in order to resist the vampires! He died one day during a patrol near the wall.”

I looked at him, listening to him vent his anger quietly.

His resentment and hatred towards me was valid.

But it wasn’t a good enough reason for him to hurt the innocent and pave the way for his ambitions.

I shook my head wryly. What I wanted to know now was whether my father really had done such a thing and whether he really had turned a blind eye to the miserable situation here.

With red eyes, Geoffrey continued in a hoarse voice, “After I became the Alpha of this pack, I reached out to the vampires and we reached a mutually beneficial agreement with them, which brought stability to the pack. Now, our strength finally grew and our pack flourished. And only then did you suddenly remember us. But what’s the difference for the werewolves here? We suffered for years. How could the royal family, who did nothing for us, suddenly reap the fruits of our victory? It’s unfair!”

All of a sudden, everyone around me lowered their heads shamefacedly.

Harry cleared his throat and said falteringly, “But you still shouldn’t have hurt innocent werewolves.”

“They’re not innocent! They’re all willing to sacrifice themselves to the vampires,” Geoffrey suddenly roared. He got up from the ground and walked to the public like a mad dog. “If you don’t believe me, ask them.”

Hearing this, the werewolves from outside the wall lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.

Only the boy with the injured shoulder stepped forward, accompanied by a crying little girl.

Standing tall, he pointed at Geoffrey and said loudly, “We were never willing to do that. If you didn’t threaten us with the lives of our families, no one would’ve wanted to live outside the wall.”

“You know nothing, brat. Isn’t it honorable to sacrifice a small, insignificant demographic, to protect the interests of the majority? If you really want to blame someone, blame the royal family for abandoning us.” Geoffrey snorted coldly, which made the little boy flinch.

All of a sudden, I heard a familiar voice from behind me.

“What about you? Aren’t you also abandoning them?”

I whirled around in disbelief and saw Sylvia standing behind me, out of breath and sweating profusely.

“Hey, Rufus!” Sylvia smiled at me and spread out her arms to hug me.

But then she stopped abruptly in her tracks and looked at Geoffrey.