Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 718 Request For Dissecting

Rufus’s POV:

Edwin and I rushed to the stage in the middle of the hall. As soon as we reached the dead b*ody, we heard the door shut behind us.

That was when I realized that Sylvia had not followed us in. I was worried about her and wanted to bring her in, but Edwin was so overcome with sadness that he suddenly fainted.

The men around us flew into a panic as they supported him, so I had no choice but to check on Edwin first. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

However, Edwin regained consciousness very soon. He was only out for about ten seconds. I heaved a sigh of relief and wanted to help him get closer to Leonard’s b*ody.

Before I could do that, he threw himself in front of Leonard’s bed and sobbed sorrowfully. “Damn it! How can you leave me behind like this?”

His b*ody shook violently as he reached his trembling hand out to see if Leonard had really stopped breathing. His own breaths were harsh and shallow, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Everyone’s eyes turned red at this emotional display. With a howl, Edwin collapsed to the ground.

I hurried to comfort him and asked the forensic experts to check the b*ody.

Edwin was engulfed in immense anguish and self-reproach. “I shouldn’t have left! He had just had a relapse at that time. Even if he was furious with me, I shouldn’t have left him alone! He would have still

been alive if I had stayed. He must have been in so much pain with such a gaping hole in his chest!”

Edwin held his head and kept murmuring like a helpless child, tears welling up in his eyes.

This was the first time I had witnessed such a stoic and noble male werewolf lose control without caring for his image. His sad cries got stuck in his dry throat. His mouth was opened wide, and the blue protruding veins on his forehead seemed to be the evidence of his silent pain. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and splashed on the cold tiles.

My heart was heavy with grief. I took a deep breath and tried to rein in my emotions. It was my job to stay calm while everyone else fell apart around me. Leonard’s death was odd. I had to find the murderer responsible and exact revenge.

At this time, we heard a flurry of footsteps. The door was thrown open with a loud bang.

In a state of agitation, Owen barged in. His hair was disheveled and his clothes were stained with blood. He seemed to have come directly from the military camp.

His face was a mask of confusion as he asked, “Who is dead?”

No one dared to answer his question. Everyone present just lowered their heads.

His eyes widened when they fell on the corpse in the center of the room. He shook his head in disbelief. “No, it’s impossible. How could he d*ie? He said he wanted to meet Warren’s child. How could he d*ie?”

Edwin wiped his tears and approached Owen, enduring his pain. “Go and see him.”

Owen stumbled to the bed, kept silent for a few seconds, and then let out a cry of agony.

I couldn’t bear to see it anymore. When I turned my head away, I spotted a forensic expert walking toward me. He removed his gloves and said, “According to the preliminary examination, the only injury Alpha Leonard has is the stab wound in his heart. He d*ied about two hours ago. A visual inspection of the wound tells us that the murder weapon is indeed the dagger. We will need to go back for further investigation.”

After hesitating for a few seconds, the forensic expert asked, “Do you want to conduct an autopsy to confirm the cause of death?”

I wavered for a moment and eyed Edwin and Owen. Edwin was in no state to make a decision. Owen on the other hand, was immersed in his sorrow and was paying no heed to his surroundings.

At this moment, Alina came in and vehemently opposed the autopsy request.

“You want to cut open my father? Over my dead b*ody! I will never let my father lose his dignity even after his death!”