Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Rufus’ POV:

According to Murray, Lee would be a potential ticking time bomb that could spell trouble for Crystal in the days to come.

Besides, in my heated fight with Hubson, he revealed a secret: Lee was his son, born out of wedlock.

That meant in Lee’s eyes,’I would forever bear the burden of being his father’s murderer. Why would a person harboring such deep hatred help his enemy?

The enigma perplexed me endlessly, but alas, I had no luxury of time to unravel its intricacies. Through the maze of doubts clouding my mind, one truth emerged —Crystal owed her safety to Lee’s intervention.

Had it not been for Lee’s timely reminder, Crystal would have been cremated. I clutched Crystal closer, an involuntary response to the weight of worry that pressed upon my heart.

“So why hasn’t Crystal woken up yet? Can’t you cast a spell?” Flora inquired, her gaze fixed on Murray. Her anxiety bubbled unbearably; she yearned for Crystal’s eyes to flutter open this very instant.

Murray stroked his beard pensively, allowing his thoughts to wander. Eventually, he fashioned a glistening crystal orb and delicately placed it upon Crystal’s forehead. With an incantation upon his lips, he summoned the mystical forces.

I could sense a slight shift in Crystal’s body, and a surge of hope swelled within me, longing for her to awaken in the next breath.

Yet, even after the spell had been cast, Crystal remained frozen in sleep, as if her movement had been an illusion conjured by my desperate mind.

Murray removed the ball and said with a sigh of relief, “Don’t worry. It’s nothing serious. It’s just that Crystal has suffered a great loss of b***d, so she can’t wake up yet.”

“She has lost a lot of b***d, right? So she will wake up if we replenish her b***d?” Harry proposed.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

I raised my arm, poised to cut my wrist.

Murray swiftly intervened. “My King, just send her to the hospital for a b***d transfusion. It’s better the b***d type is matched, or her body will suffer a rejection.”

I coughed awkwardly and lowered my arm. “Okay, I’ll take Crystal to the hospital now.”

When it came to Crystal’s safety, I couldn’t think straight.

“One more thing, the witch power in Crystal has completely disappeared. Now she only has the power of a werewolf. This is actually a good thing.” Murray paused, stealing a glance at the slumbering little girl nestled in Laura’s arms.

“Beryl has lost control of her powers several times in the past few days.”

“You’re absolutely right. What are we to do? Beryl is still just a child, and the agony caused by her untamed powers is beyond imagination.” A pang of sympathy coursed through Laura.

Pondering for a moment, I voiced my thoughts. “Crystal has undergone losing control of these unleashed forces herself. She must personally guide Beryl in mastering the dark witch power. We can’t solve this before Crystal wakens.”

“Oh, by the way, is Noreen completely gone?” I inquired with a tinge of uncertainty.

Murray heaved a sigh and tugged at his beard, his fingers moving faster and faster. “Noreen’s soul suffered severe damage, yet it hasn’t dissipated entirely.

A fragment of her consciousness still lingers within Beryl’s body.”

“Then what should we do? Is it possible that Noreen will come back to life? This wicked witch!” Laura’s voice dripped with venom as she mentioned Noreen’s name.

Noreen was the object of everyone’s disdain. Only when she was completely eradicated could our souls find peace.

“Don’t worry. Noreen won’t be able to return, but her remaining consciousness may disturb Beryl. It needs time to dissipate,” Murray assured earnestly.

“Furthermore, Beryl’s own power should be more than capable of subduing Noreen’s consciousness, but I cannot predict the extent to which it may run rampant. As long as it persists, it remains a ticking time bomb.”