Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 633

Richard’s POV:

I paced back and forth in my palace and cursed countless times but was only ever met with cold silence.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

I felt wronged. My whole body was about to explode from rage.

Everyone thought I was the one who posted about the witch’s curse on Rufus, but I was innocent.

Since Rufus couldn’t have children, he couldn’t inherit the throne. I gained nothing if I smeared his public image. In fact, doing so was stupid.

Besides, the lycan king had been keeping an eye on me. I couldn’t play any tricks now.

My sole competitor to the throne was the bastard in Lucy’s belly. Once the bastard was born, I would be even more worthless in my father’s eyes.

But I couldn’t let him know that it was a bastard for the time being, because the only reason why he was protecting me now was so that I could raise the child as the empire’s future heir.

In other words, my survival depended on this bastard.

I was so angry that I took out my phone and read the post about the curse on Rufus on the Internet again.

Damn it! Who the hell did this? How dare they make me their scapegoat?

The IP address was from an unknown pack-so, presumably, it was a fake IP address.

My only solace came from the fact that ‘someone hated Rufus as much as I did. Truth be told, it made me feel a little happy. Although the blame fell on me, I was still happy to see Rufus being frustrated.

Perhaps this matter wouldn’t have much impact on Rufus, but it further cemented the fact that Rufus couldn’t take the throne, no matter what.

I put down my phone and continued to pace back and forth in the room.

The whole place was quiet. The lycan king had forbidden anyone to serve me while I was put under house arrest, other than to bring me food.

I was so annoyed that I scratched my head and patted the wall idly. There was no one I could even talk to.

At least, when Lucy was with me, I could piss her off from time to time. Now I didn’t even have a place to vent my anger.

Suddenly, my phone started to ring.

I was overjoyed. Perhaps my subordinates were about to deliver some good news.

As expected, an excited voice sounded from the other end of the line.

“Prince Richard! Rufus is about to hold a press Conference. It will be broadcasted on the “Empire News channel in ten minutes.”

Hęaring this, I immediately cheered up. I figured they’d make an announcement to put an end to the gossip, but I didn’t expect that there would be a formal press conference.

I turned on the TV and switched to the right channel. The host had already begun and every word was flawless.

In a matter of minutes, over ten million werewolves were tuned into the live broadcast.

There were too many comments that I couldn’t follow what they were talking about.

A few minutes later, Rufus showed up on- screen. Wearing a well-tailored suit, he looked serious and formal from head to toe.

I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes, feeling a little bored.

He had been so serious ever since we were children. What did Sylvia see in him?

His handsomeness?

As much as I hated my brother, even I had to admit that Rufus’ face was chiseled to perfection.

Then Rufus spoke, directly admitting that he was indeed cursed.

The comments section went crazy, and so did I…

God damn it! I leaped from the sofa and stared at Rufus’ serious face on TV.

How could he be so brave to own up to it like ,that? Or was he just plain stupid?

Then I burst into maniacal laughter. Rufus was doomed. If I were him, I never would’ve admitted to the curse. I would’ve kept my position as heir, even if it meant taking in a bastard as my Son.

In high spirits, I raised the volume to the max.

However, what Rufus said next stunned me.

Rufus looked straight at the camera and said calmly, “Although I have been cursed for years, I found a way to get rid of it not long ago.”