Chapter 603 - Saving Her Cursed Lycan Prince

I made way for her and carefully adjusted the microphone to her height. The she-wolf refused to look at me and kept silent for a long time, seeming at a loss for words.

“You can tell us how you managed your pack over the years, such as how you developed its economy, et cetera. You should have a lot to say. After all, you pay the most tax every year.”

I was kind enough to give her some hints, but unexpectedly, the she-wolf rolled her eyes. It was quick, but I caught it. Although she restrained herself, I saw even the slightest movement.

I was amused. It had been a long time since anyone dared to be so disrespectful to me. How interesting!

Crystal’s POV

I was so pissed off. Obviously, Rufus was deliberately picking on me. He wanted to embarrass me in front of everyone, and there was nothing I could do about it. After all, he was the supreme lycan king!

Many Alphas were staring at me, hoping to glean my deepest, darkest secrets. I suddenly regretted paying the extra tax-I should’ve just paid the bare minimum! I thought I could share some of the financial burden with Rufus, but my thoughtfulness turned out to be my downfall.

I quickly calmed down, organized my thoughts, and spoke about my experience as Alpha confidently.

“Truth be told, there is really no secret to being a good Alpha. I just managed the pack by maximizing its geographical features. Once people learn how to utilize their resources, the economy will naturally be stimulated.”

After saying that, I glanced at the man beside me. He raised his eyebrows, urging me to continue.

I snorted inwardly and continued to talk about my life at the border pack.

After concluding my impromptu speech, the crowd gave me a big round of applause. Perhaps because today was a happy day, or perhaps it was because Rufus was here, no one dared to disagree with me.

Before leaving the stage, I shook hands with Rufus and pecked him on the cheek as a sign of respect. Fortunately, I was wearing a mask. Otherwise, everyone would’ve seen how livid I was at that moment.

The moment we touched, the applause became even louder. I had no idea what those single ladies were shouting about, but they were all very worked up, as though they wanted to be the one hugging Rufus.

I reached out and embraced Rufus. The familiar and pleasant scent made my heart skip a beat.

I didn’t dare to do anything more and quickly pulled away from him. I needed to escape from this embarrassing situation as soon as possible.

However, Rufus didn’t let me go. Instead, he patted me on the back, chuckled and whispered in my ear, “What secret are you hiding?”

My heart banged against my chest anxiously. I looked up at Rufus, who had already stood up straight. He wasn’t looking at me anymore, and his expression was cold. I almost wondered if I was just imagining what he said just now.

I didn’t dare to stay any longer. I quickly got off stage, Rufus’ words echoing in my ears. What did he mean by that? Did he recall something? Otherwise, how could he say such cryptic words?

Panic began to overwhelm me. As long as Rufus recalled anything about me, the black thorns on his back would resurface, and then all our efforts would be in vain.

The bug could only take away his memory once. If the black thorns appeared again, Rufus would definitely die.

I was getting more and more uneasy. I was standing in the crowd in a trance like a lost child. There had to be a way for me to check his back…

Just then, Rufus announced the end of the military parade and now we were going to attend the banquet in the palace. I went back to the palace with a group of royal members, hoping to replenish the potion that would conceal my scent.

When I arrived at the gate of the palace, I saw Warren from a distance. Instinctively, I wanted to avoid him and changed direction.

But unexpectedly, Warren followed suit. It almost seemed like he was looking at me, but I soon realized that he was looking at a noble, well-dressed she-wolf near me.

For the first time, Warren smiled warmly, and he slipped his arm around her waist without hesitation.

Although I couldn’t see her face clearly, I could tell from her temperament and figure that she definitely wasn’t Flora.

This pissed me off.

Had Warren really changed!?

Crystal’s POV

I couldn’t believe my eyes. And to make matters worse, Warren leaned over and kissed the she-wolf’s forehead, as if he was trying to rub it in my face!

How dare Warren abandon Flora and kiss another woman?! Didn’t Flora give birth to his child? Weren’t they supposed to get married?

I shuddered at the thought. If Warren was intimate with this woman while married to Flora, he was cheating on her.

How dare he?!

Seeing the two kissing each other again and this time on the lips, I felt sick to my stomach. How could Warren do this here, in front of all these people? He didn’t even bother to hide his affair!

Livid, I decided to follow them in secret. Warren and the she-wolf were obviously a love-struck couple. They were like conjoined twins stuck at the hip, clinging to each other for dear life.

I didn’t even know where Flora was at the moment. She would’ve been heartbroken if she knew this. What about their child?

Flora’s child should be around five years old now, the same age as my kids. Warren was so heartless that he even abandoned his child!

The longer I looked at them, the angrier I felt. Warren loved Flora so much back then. How could he have just abandoned her? How could he not cherish her after winning her heart?

The she-wolf that Warren was holding now seemed to have been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. I figured she was the daughter of an Alpha. Perhaps Warren had abandoned Flora for a political marriage.

But something about that didn’t feel right. Warren should have married Flora. Owen would never have allowed Warren to remarry.

Unless there was something wrong with the Silver Moon Pack… And Warren needed to marry someone for political purposes.

If so, it made sense. Kind of.

But judging from the way Warren treated this she-wolf, it didn’t seem to be a mere loveless political marriage. Could it be real love?

This was the only possibility.

I suppressed my anger and followed the couple until they sat down at a table and were served roast duck. Warren immediately ripped off a piece and fed it to the she-wolf.

Seeing this, I couldn’t stand it anymore. Roast duck was Flora’s favorite! Warren was treating this she-wolf the same way he had treated Flora!

Didn’t he feel guilty in the slightest?

I was so angry that I couldn’t help but rush into the pavilion and grab Warren by the shoulder.

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