Chapter 15 - Saving Her Cursed Lycan Prince

“I… I was not in a hurry to come out. It’s just that…”

“It’s beautiful.”

I was stunned and couldn’t help looking up at him, suspecting that I was hallucinating.

“The dress suits you very well,” Rufus casually said with a smile. But the seriousness in his eyes made my heart skip a beat. It was as if it was about to jump out of my chest.

“My dear, you really have a crush on him. I can hear your heartbeat,” Yana teased me naughtily.

“Of course not! I’m just embarrassed. And this dress is so tight that I just can’t breathe,” I categorically denied it.

“Even if the dress is too tight and you can’t breathe, your heart will not be beating like crazy,” Yana murmured. Obviously, she didn’t believe me.

“Shut up, Yana! If I say that my dress feels tight, then it must be it.” But the truth was, the shyness in my heart kept my temperature rising. I thought I was no longer a cooked shrimp now but an erupting volcano.

“Why is your face so red?” Rufus touched my face with the back of his hand. It was a cold touch.

“Well…” I faltered. My eyes wandered, not daring to look at him.

He frowned, lowered his head, and looked down at my high heels. I was still in a daze when he suddenly picked me up. I was so frightened that I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck.

Rufus walked to the sofa and put me down. Then he lifted up the hem of my dress and took off my high heels.

“You don’t have to wear them if you’re not used to them,” he said casually.

“Prince Rufus, this is against the rules and etiquette,” the head maid interrupted at once.

But Rufus just lowered his eyes and ignored her words. He turned his head and asked the other servant behind him to give him a pair of shoes with much lower and chunky heels. Although they were thick-heeled shoes, they were not bulky at all. It even suited my dress more.

After changing my shoes, I sat in front of the dresser and let the head maid behind me do my hair.

I peeked at Rufus through the mirror. He was wearing a black tailored suit with his head slightly tilted to the side. His facial features were as perfect as an elaborate sculpture. His fingers rested on his temples, seemingly lost in thought.

“Your Highness, His Majesty wants to see you.” At this moment, a guard stepped forward and informed Rufus.

Rufus nodded, stood up, and glanced at me.

I quickly looked away and pretended to be serious about getting my hair done.

He turned around and left without saying anything.

Suddenly, I felt my scalp tighten. “It hurts. I think you grab my hair too hard.”

“This is how the hair should be set for a royal banquet,” the head maid said coldly.

I looked at her in surprise through the mirror. The modest expression on her face had turned into contempt. Before I could say anything, she chuckled.

“But I’m not surprised that you don’t know. After all, you are just a slave and the daughter of a traitor. It only makes sense that you’re so ignorant.”

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.”

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 of her 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.

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