The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 32

Richard's POV:

Unfortunately, Rufus came before I could do anything.

He grabbed Cherry's hand and snapped her bones. Then, he effortlessly crippled my two attendants. After assaulting our people, he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around the disheveled slave, pulling her into his arms.

He pursed his lips and glared at us, trying not to reveal his emotions. I could tell that he cared about his slave a lot.

"Hello, Rufus," I greeted him.

Rufus glanced at me with piercing coldness which sent a shiver down my spine.

But I didn't stop. I walked up to Rufus and deliberately provoked him, "You know this slave? She seemed very disobedient."

"Richard!" Rufus' face darkened. I could see the anger blazing in his eyes.

"Rufus, I think you must have misunderstood me. I didn't know that she was your slave." I stepped closer and looked him in the eye. "But it's true that she made trouble in front of the Royal Military School. Father handed me the most important task of taking charge of the Royal Military School. I can't ignore the chaos, can I?"

I pretended to be helpless. Rufus looked at me and remained silent.

Hearing my words, the werewolves began to

echo with me.

"That's right, Prince Rufus. It's a misunderstanding. We didn't know she was yours."

"Yes. Besides, this slave is so strong and powerful that she overturned many werewolves at once."

"Yes. She has hurt several werewolves."

"If we knew she belonged to you, we wouldn't have fought back."

The law couldn't punish many offenders. As long as everyone gave a unified testimony to blame the ignoble slave, Rufus had no choice but to endure the loss regardless of how angry he was. Rufus glared at everyone. The other werewolves quieted down in an instant. They held their breaths and dared not to look up.

Finally, Rufus turned around and looked at me. "Don't do it again."

With that, he picked the slave in his arms and left, not bothering to look back at me.

I was in a good mood, so I didn't care about his attitude.

I looked at his back as I saw him walk away, holding his slave in his arms. My heart bubbled with excitement and joy because I found that the omnipotent Prince Rufus finally had a fatal weakness.

Sylvia's POV:

Rufus carried me in his arms. I buried my head in his chest and didn't utter a word on the way. I hadn't recovered from the humiliation. Although my anger had subsided, I was still confused and depressed. Surviving in this world wasn't easy.

I closed my eyes and let the tears tumble down my cheek. I quickly turned my head to make sure Rufus didn't notice I was crying.

"I'm sorry," Rufus said.

I didn't respond because I didn't know what to say. He didn't do anything wrong. It was all my fault. Being weak was my greatest sin.