Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1198 The Little Prince (Rufus’ POV)
I soothed Arron until he calmed down. I then picked him up and we continued on our way. My heart prickled with fear and worry. The things that Arron had just said matched the pink-masked clown’s claims. I needed to find Crystal as soon as possible.
“No, you’re going the in the wrong direction. This isn’t the way to Mommy!” Arron was slapping my arm frantically in a bid to make me stop. He twisted his tiny body and pointed in another direction. “It’s that way. We need to go there to save Mommy.”
I blinked at him in a mix of surprise and bafflement. “How do you even know where she is? Weren’t you unconscious just now?’
Arron scrunched up his adorable brows. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I just know. I’ve always had some telepathic abilities, ever since I was a baby. I can just tell. Maybe it’s because Mommy and I are connected.”
I nodded, even as I processed this new information. Arron seemed to possess a keen sense of connection to his surroundings. With this level of perception at such a young age, I was almost certain that by the time his wolf woke, he would attain other unique powers.
I pondered over our options and finally said to the boy, “I’m sorry. Believe me, I want to save your mommy as soon as I can, but a lot of children are waiting for me to rescue them, too. As their king, it is my duty to help them first.” I was desperate to find Crystal and make sure she was safe, but I had to find my soldiers first. They should be able to rescue the children without issue. Every moment I spent away from those poor, young souls was a risk to their survival.
Moreover, this place was teeming with Lee’s goons. I had no doubt that his lair would be heavily guarded. I needed my men for backup, just in case.
My priority now was to get Arron to somewhere safe. He had endured enough fright for a lifetime. I couldn’t bear to subject him to any further danger.
I was expecting him to cry, but though his eyes turned red, he still managed to hold back his tears. “It’s okay. Mommy is very strong and powerful. Those children need your help more than Mommy does.”
My heart ached for the boy. “Listen, I promise to save your mommy, okay? I’m willing to risk my life just to bring her back.”
Arron swiped at the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, but he failed to stifle a sob. “I want you to be safe, too. I want both you and Mommy to come back safe.”
“I know. I’ll make sure that we both come back safe. Come on, don’t be sad. You can trust me. Now, let’s go and get help.”
“Okay! Let’s run like the wind!” Arron sniffed one last time before winding his arms around my neck. “All right, I’ve secured my position. Now, run as fast as you can!”
“Roger that,” I joked. “Hang on tight. Commander. I won’t let you down!” My chest warmed when I saw him crack a smile at that. Before entering the amusement park, I had ordered several of my troops to stand guard at certain appointed spots and await my orders. Luckily, a group was stationed near the park itself.
Unless they had run into interference, they should be getting close by now.
The villa was located in the suburbs, and my soldiers could easily cut through a patch of woods to get here from the amusement park. Sure enough, they were already waiting for me at the edge of the woods. They pushed forward as soon as they spotted me.
Kiefer Harrison, one of my most trusted subordinates, walked up to me. “Your Majesty. We were talking about storming in if we didn’t hear from you in fifteen minutes.” He was about to say more when he took notice of the little boy in my arms. He promptly froze in place. “T-the little prince?!”
Right on cue, the other soldiers peered at Arron as well, their eyes widening in disbelief. “Your Majesty, he is the spitting image of you!”
Arron bristled at the commotion and shrank deeper into my embrace. “What’s the matter?” he asked worriedly. “Why are they staring at me as if I’m a monster?”
The boy probably had no understanding of how genes worked yet, so he couldn’t have thought much about the similarities in our features.
I pressed him against my shoulder and patted his head. “Maybe it’s because they’ve never seen a child as cute as you.”
Arron pouted. “But Beryl is the cutest of all.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “You’re right, Arron. She is, indeed.”