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Chapter 20 The Wrath Of The Lycan King
Chapter 20 The Wrath Of The Lycan King
Rufus' POV:
My father was Ethan Duncan. He was the lycan king who ruled the werewolves.
His hall was located on the other side of the imperial palace. When I stepped into the hall, I saw him sitting upright on his throne, concentrating on the book in his hands.
"Father..." I bowed in front of him.
"You're back." My father put down the book, picked up a handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed. "Sit down. You must be tired after the long journey."
"I only did what I have to do." I stood still and looked at my father indifferently.
The hair on his temples had already turned grey. His body still looked strong but slightly hunched. The lycan king, who used to be so powerful, eventually became old like any other werewolf.
My father seemed not to care about my indifferent attitude. He just smiled and stood up. "I asked you to come over today not because of business. We haven't chatted as father and son for a long time." Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.
I didn't respond to him. I could already guess why he was looking for me.
"Do you still have frequent headaches recently?" After saying this, my father poured a cup of tea and drank it to moisten his throat.
"Same as usual," I said lightly. His concern didn't affect me at all.
"I heard that you brought back a she-wolf. Many werewolves saw her when you were at the palace gate. You seemed to be a bit high-profile." My father turned to look at me, then paced to my side.
"Rufus, who is that she-wolf?"
"My mate," I answered bluntly. Sure enough, he asked me to come over in such a hurry just to talk about this.
"Nonsense!" What I said made my father's expression immediately change. He threw the teacup in his hand to the floor angrily.
I looked at him disapprovingly. "Father, just calm down. Your health is more important. The doctor said that you can't get angry."
"How can I not be angry? You're such an unfilial son!" My father scolded me again. Then he took a deep breath, turned around, and sat back on his throne. "Rumor has it that you've brought back a traitor's daughter from a small pack. I'm not against you bringing a she-wolf back. But why does it have to be a traitor's daughter? Do you still have royal dignity? Do you still care about your father?"
I sneered. "The news has travelled so fast. I'm afraid someone has deliberately planned it."
As soon as I returned to the imperial palace, the unpleasant rumors had already spread. Needless to say, some contemptible scoundrels must have been anxious.
"Whether it was deliberately planned or not, it doesn't change the truth that she is a traitor's daughter. Actually, I called the Alpha other pack to check. He said that you admitted in front of everyone that she is your mate. Is that true?"
"So what I did?" I asked coldly.
"As a prince, I thought you should know what to do," my father said in a domineering tone, staring at me.
"As a father, I thought you should know what your son thinks," I retorted, staring back at him with deep eyes.
"Are you blaming me?" My father's eyes narrowed, and his tone became dangerous.
The atmosphere around us suddenly dropped to a freezing point. But I was already used to such a tense scene. I smiled at him indifferently. "No, I don't dare. After all, you are my father."
"I order you to discard that humble mate of yours right away," my father said firmly.
"No, I can't do that. I've already accepted her as my mate," I countered calmly.
"If that's the case, then I will deal with that she-wolf myself." My father sneered coldly with depraved indifference to life in his eyes. "You are the eldest prince, the legitimate heir to the throne. You must never accept a traitor's daughter as your mate."
"Heir to the throne?" I took two steps forward with a self-deprecating smile on my face. I looked my father straight in the eye and asked, "Didn't you already start training Richard to support him in his succession? Why still bother?" "You..." My father was rendered speechless for a moment, staring blankly at me.
"Do you want to ask me how I found out?" I sneered coldly. Looking at my father's wrinkled face, I felt that he was getting more and more hypocritical. Then I said in a plain tone, "I understand what you are doing. The witch's curse made me destined to have no descendants. How can a prince with no descendant inherit the throne? Now that I have lost everything, are you really going to deprive me of the right to choose my mate?"