Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1194 Eavesdropping (Rufus’ POV)
I had never eavesdropped before, but at this moment, I felt such a strong urge that I couldn’t ignore it. It prompted me to listen in on the pink-masked she-wolf.
I didn’t require much effort to get close to the room where the she-wolf and the boy were. I found a cracked open window and cautiously lowered my head to observe what was happening inside.
The first thing I spotted was the she-wolf’s back. She was bent over the bed and putting something on it.
A dingy bulb cast a dim glow around the room. The kidnapped boy was lying on a mid-sized bed.
I watched the she-wolf as she tucked the boy in and then leaned to whisper into his ear, “Little boy, I have got on Lee’s bad side for you. Do you know that? That was Lee we’re talking about! You had better remember that you owe me a huge favor. You will have to repay me. You have to treat me like your mother, earn me a lot of money, and bring me many young, handsome, and strong men. Do you understand?”
I automatically sneered when I heard this. What a dumb she-wolf! She could have taken advantage of this boy to achieve more meaningful things, but she only wanted money and men.
As I was about to start listening to her again, she suddenly got to her feet and walked toward the window.
I thought she had spotted me and immediately pulled myself back up on the roof beam, but she just locked the window.
I heaved a sigh of relief, after which I heard rustling footsteps in the room. Sometime later,
I heard the she-wolf shut the door. I looked down and saw her leaving.
I didn’t get off the rafter until I was certain she was out of sight and no one else was wandering nearby.
Just as I expected, the door was locked. I could have easily broken down the door with brute force, but I was worried that guards might be stationed nearby. If they became alerted, the consequences would be dire.
I wasn’t afraid of them, but I had to consider the boy’s safety.
I studied the keyhole, wanting to figure out how to open the lock without tipping off the others. I didn’t know why, but for some reason, I felt a strange sense of familiarity as I looked at the keyhole.
My intuition told me that I would be able to open the lock.
I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to try.
I detached a ring-shaped pin from the mask I was wearing and straightened it, converting it into a thin long iron wire. After I slowly inserted it into the keyhole, I followed my tactile sensation and turned it.
A miracle then happened I really opened the lock.
I felt incredible when I saw this.
When did I learn to pick locks? Why didn’t I know this fact about myself? Who had taught me this sneaky skill? I felt a migraine coming on as my memory seemed to blur a little.
As my mind returned to the poor child in the room, I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Instead, I quickly stole into the room.
The child was fast asleep on the bed. When I saw him, my first instinct was to check if he was hurt.
After ensuring that he was fine, I finally felt relieved.
I tried to silently recall his name.
But the first thing that flashed through my mind was his mother’s stunning face, which was lined with anxiety and panic.
My heart began pounding in that brief moment. My reaction caught me by surprise. Forcing myself to forget about it, I tried to calm down. I shook my heavy head and finally remembered the child’s name, so I called out, ‘‘Arron. Arron…’’ The boy didn’t respond. I began to wonder if I had stumbled upon the wrong child.
I placed my hand on the mask that covered the boy’s face, wanting to see if he resembled that beautiful woman.
But when I removed it, I was presented with a face that looked almost like mine did when I was a child.
How could this be? A wave of astonishment surged through me.
Why did I feel a sense of loss when I looked at this boy’s face?