Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Rufus’ POV:

My mother’s reaction further aroused my suspicion and curiosity about this Alpha.

Since I was kid, I had never seen her be so partial to anyone, except this Alpha, in whose defense she had spoken several times.

She had also confidently claimed that anyone could betray us, but not this Alpha.

I resolved to meet this mysterious person.

“Mother, I don’t care how, but I need to meet this Alpha. I have sent a message to this Alpha requesting her to attend the military parade this year. It is also an ultimatum.”

She coughed and cautiously asked, “What if she still doesn’t come?”

I sneered, “If she still refuses to come to the imperial capital, I will personally lead my soldiers to the border to meet this mysterious Alpha.”

My mother’s expression changed and her tone suddenly became hostile. “Whatever. You should leave. I need to rest.”

I was going to say something else, but she practically threw me out.

Bang! The door was shut in my face. I stared at it, lost in thought.

I could sense that something was wrong with my mother. She seemed to know this Alpha from the border pack very well. She might have some personal connection to that she-wolf, but she was keeping me in the dark.

But what on earth was she hiding from me?

I couldn’t figure it out, so I went back to work.

I didn’t put down the pen in my hand until it was late into the night. I leaned against my chair and massaged my temples, fatigue creeping over me.

At this moment, my subordinate entered bearing a stack of documents and placed them on the table beside me. In a careful tone, he said, “All these letters are from the elders, urging you to get married.”

I fell into silence for a while as I surveyed the stack of papers.

“My King, should I just take them away?” My assistant was trembling and beads of sweat popped up on his forehead. He seemed terrified that I would lose my temper.

“No, just leave them there,” I answered lightly.

Looking relieved, he asked, “Would you like some coffee, then?”

“Yes.” I didn’t even bother raising my head and continued working.

My assistant bowed his head in acknowledgment and left. I glanced at the pile of letters again.

I used to get very irritated every time I encountered such letters. I didn’t like it when others controlled my life and told me what to do.

Marriage held no significance for me. It was only necessary to produce an heir.

But recently, I’d noticed my mother’s hair turning gray and the envious expression she’d showed when she had mentioned her friend’s grandson today, and I couldn’t help but think that marriage might not be so bad after all.

I stood up and walked to the window. As I gazed at the bright lights in the distance, I was overcome by an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

I lit a cigarette and began thinking about finding myself a mate, but my mind went blank. I couldn’t figure out the kind of person I would like. It was as if I didn’t know love, and my heart was incapable of feeling that emotion.

There was another knock on the door and my assistant walked in with a cup of coffee.

I indicated for him to put it on the table and then sat down, returning to work.

“My King, I suggest you go to bed now. It’s quite late,” my assistant said softly.

I raised my head and scrutinized the young werewolf standing on the other side of the table. He was just in his early twenties and his features still looked childish, but he was certainly courageous. No one had given me a suggestion to go to bed early for a long time.

Thinking of this, I nodded and said, “Okay, I will.”

My assistant gave me an uneasy smile, as if he hadn’t expected me respond. He quickly dropped his eyes to the floor and said, “Then I’ll take my leave.”

“Go ahead.”