Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Laura’s POV:

Murray brought the large bowl of tranquilizer he had just concocted to Rufus and made him drink every single drop of it. Only then did Rufus’ agitated power gradually stabilize. Still, ft was understandable how unbearable the pain that was inflicted upon him must have been.

As Rufus slowly calmed down, I hovered next to Crystal’s body and wiped dry the sweat and b***d off her face with a handkerchief.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

A lot had changed in Crystal in the past few years. She had gone from being a not-out-of-the-ordinary werewolf to a powerful Alpha. Even so, there had been no drastic change in her physical appearance. Who would have thought that someone blessed with such a petite body would have courage bigger than her physique to block in front of everyone and protect the people she loved?

She was meant to enjoy the love she was supposed to share with her mate in the best years to come, but she had no chance to do that now.

Rufus’ heart probably went with Crystal the moment she died. It was the cursed side of having been bound to one’s mate for life; the connection was too strong and powerful.

As if I were the one who lost the love of my life, a searing pain lined on my chest and churned my guts with something indescribable. I was short on breath and was nearly smothered as a lump slowly blocked my throat, tears welling up in my eyes. In silence, I promised Crystal I would try my best to take care of her two kids until my last breath.

I was never a believer of the idea that we had a soul that would tread the path of life after death. But if it were ever true, I hoped Crystal’s soul could come back to pay her loved ones a visit every once in a while.

I settled Crystal’s hand flatly and drew a deep breath.

“Your Majesty, I already refined these pills, but their effects aren’t perfected yet.

If Beryl has the same intensity of power as the king, you have to let her take one.”

Murray handed me a black velvet pouch and further reminded me, “I will stay in the imperial palace for the time being. If anything happens, just call for me.”

“Thank you.” I took the pouch of pills and escorted Murray to the door.

The whole palace

was brightly lit, and the light exposed the

casualties: vampires’ bodies were scattered lying in the hall on the first floor.

Imperial soldiers buzzed in and out, carrying and transporting corpses in bags.

Without exception, the hearts of these dead vampires would be gouged, out before they were to be buried deep in the forbidden forest, giving them no chance to resurrect.

At dawn, almost all the corpses had been cleaned up, the hallways almost clear of any trace that something wreaked havoc. The guards had caught many vampires who were alive and sent them to prison.

For the whole night, the imperial palace had been cordoned off because of the vampires’ invasion. If the invaders had not been found out as soon as they did, grave danger would have surfaced.

We had kept Crystal’s death under the rug, but who were we fooling? It would not be long before it would spread like wildfire. After all, we had to hold an elaborate funeral and a solemn farewell ceremony for Crystal.

However, all of these needed Rufus’ approval. Another problem atop covering Crystal’s death for the meantime was that Rufus was still in a coma. Grief burdened me. Three days had passed, but Rufus still had no signs of waking up.

I tucked Rufus in and murmured, “If you don’t wake up, Crystal’s body will perish in no time. You love her that much, so I guess you don’t want to see her without a decent funeral, right? Death cannot be reversed. When Crystal was still alive, she wanted you to live well. Wake up, Rufus. Your kids need you, and so does your kingdom. Don’t let Crystal die with regrets.”

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the door. Slowly, the door opened a crack.

I turned my head and saw a little silhouette.

“Arron, come in,” I called gently.

A head poked in, and its curly hair waved rebelliously.

“Grandma,” Arron called me in a low voice. His dark green eyes, as beautiful as Crystal’s, drooped listlessly.

“Come here, sweetheart.” I beckoned for Arron. He crossed the room and rushed towards me, climbed up my knees, and nestled in my arms obediently.

“Is Daddy still sleeping? Why hasn’t he woken up yet?”

Arron paused and asked, sadness lingering in his voice, “Will he be the same as Mommy?”

I rubbed his head lovingly. “No. Your daddy will soon wake up. We just have to wait patiently.”