Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 827 a*s*sa*s*sinating the Lycan King
Sylvia’s POV:
On the way back, I quietly looked out of the car window and glanced at the scenery—recalling my short twenty some years where I had experienced ups and downs. The things, as well as the people around me, had changed a lot.
Noreen once told me that I was a jinx. That neither the person who loved me nor the one I loved would stay by my side.
My mother d*ied in order to seal my black witch bloodline. The process exhausted her energy and accelerated her death. I was also the reason why Alina made so many mistakes that led to the death of Leonard in the end.
I turned to look at Rufus, who was looking at his document. I instantly felt my heart ache. I didn’t want to lose him again. Maybe I really was a jinx. That everyone I loved was destined to leave me one day.
When Rufus noticed me staring at him, he turned to look at me. “Honey, what’s wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable?” He then put down the document in his hand and reached out for my face.
I shook my head and lifted the armrest between the two seats before moving to his side. “No. I’m just a little tired.” Sometimes, mental fatigue was much more difficult to deal with than physical fatigue.
Rufus probably sensed the change in my mood which caused him to put his document away. He then let me sit on his lap and kissed the corner of my lips. “You seem a little pensive.”
“I’m just thinking about something.” I put my arms around his neck and pulled him close. That was the only way I could feel at ease.
Rufus gently stroked my hair. “Honey, no matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you. I’ll be fine as long as you stay with me.”
I didn’t say anything. I knew he had already been suspicious of me. I took the initiative to admit my black witch bloodline at the ceremony in front of the entire pack, and I knew that made him on guard.
If it weren’t for Edwin, I might have been shackled.
As I thought of the shackles that Rufus put on me last time, I burst into laughter. I couldn’t help but kiss his chin as I said, “You’re so cute, baby.”
“Stop it.” He pouted. “You’re making me feel like I’m a kid that’s being teased.”
He held my hand and kissed me so hard on the cheek that his kiss made a loud sound.
I laughed in his arms. Then, I mentioned our baby.
Rufus quickly followed by touching my belly. “I think it’s a girl.”
“Why do you think so?” I looked at him, curious to know why he thought our baby was a girl.
“Because you like sour food so much recently. I heard that if a pregnant woman likes sour food, they’re likely to have a girl,” Rufus replied seriously.
I giggled and playfully hit his chest. “Don’t believe those
nonsense. If I eat spicy food tomorrow, does that mean we’ll have a son?”
“It isn’t impossible,” he said, his lips curved into a smile. “I’ll love our baby no matter what its gender is.”
Then, he proceeded to think of some names for our baby. When we arrived at the imperial palace, Rufus had already come up with more than a dozen names for each gender.
I held back my laughter and pushed him out of the car. It was already getting dark.
It turned out that no matter how cold and distant a person might seem, they would likely become a chatterbox after having a child. Rufus was no exception. As soon as we were about to go back to his palace, Rufus received an urgent call and left immediately.
I wondered why he left in such a hurry. I didn’t know that the matter was such a big deal until Harry stopped me on my way back alone.
That was when I found out that Joanna had been put into prison for a*s*sa*s*sinating the lycan king.