Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Rufus’ POV:

The imperial palace was alive with light under the moon’s pearly glow. It was a rare sight.

My heart raced with anticipation as I strode down the never-ending passageway in front of the palace gates. Hubson, the enigmatic vampire, stood poised on the rooftop, a dark silhouette against the starry sky. He was donned in inky black, his face cloaked by dark shadows, but his presence was unmistakable. He was not alone his brood of young vampires, with their sharp fangs bared, accompanied him.

“Your Majesty, vampires are lurking outside the palace,” My loyal companion whispered urgently, his eyes scanning the rooftops.

I felt a fierce rage boiling inside me. As if in response, my body transformed into that of a majestic wolf. I bounded to the roof, ready to face Hubson and his bloodthirsty minions head-on.

“Long time no see, my old friend.” Hubson’s voice, now even more weathered than before, echoed eerily through the desolate night. His laughter tinged with a hint of menace, sent shivers down my spine.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, my tone bristling with hostility. “We have been in peace since the agreement. Are you trying to start a war again?”

“My apologies, noble wolf king,” Hubson replied. He heaved a long, weary sigh before continuing, “I know it’s very rude for me to come here all of a sudden.” My eyebrow twitched; Hubson’s demeanor was surprisingly courteous. “As long as you are willing to hand over one person, I will leave immediately.” he said.

Dread settled like a heavy stone in the pit of my stomach. Hubson had lived on the border for many vears, and his sudden appearance in the capital reeked of trouble. If he sought a particular person, then that individual must be of great importance and known to me. Otherwise, they would have just snatched that person away with ease

As 1 pondered, my thoughts wandered to Crystal. Though our bond was growing stronger with each passing day, there were still fragments of my past that eluded me, secrets that Crystal had yet to divulge.

If Hubson had really come for Crystal, I would never let him go. My hands curled into tight fists.

1 composed myself, masking my anger with a cool, collected facade. “What do werewolves have to do with vampires? I won’t hand over any of my people for any reason.”

Hubson chuckled darkly. The sound was muffled, like gravel grinding against concrete.

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At long last, Hubson uttered his words with calculated slowness. “Fear not, lycan king. The one I seek is not a werewolf – and I have reason to believe that you, too hold disdain for her.”

“Who is it?” Sweeping my gaze over the grand palace, I struggled to find a suitable candidate. After all, I had meticulously purged any potential threats, both inside and outside the regal walls, ever since I ascended to the throne.

Suddenly, Hubson’s booming voice shattered my concentration. “Noreen,” he bellowed.

A chill wafted through me, curling up from my toes and shooting up my spine.

What did Hubson know?

I didn’t have time to dwell on it. In a frigid tone, I replied, “Noreen has long since departed this world. You of all people should know that.”

Everyone knew that Noreen had once placed a terrible curse on Hubson. Yet, with Noreen’s passing five years ago, the curse had naturally dissipated, allowing Hubson to live until now.

Hubson himself was undoubtedly aware of this fact, and a wicked grin spread across his face. “Yes,” he hissed: “The curse had gradually faded from my being.

And I had known for some time that Noreen was no more. However, a month ago, something started to go wrong with my body. It started with a small ache here and there, but now…oh, now, it’s something far more sinister.”

He lifted his voluminous robe with a flourish, and my eyes widened at the sight of his two grotesque arms. They were withered to the bone, like the limbs of a corpse. It was unnerving, to say the least.

I tried to remain stoic, but my heart was racing with fear. “What if the curse never truly left? What if it’s returned to torment you once more?”

“Impossible!” Hubson roared, his determination unwavering. “The curse 15 spreading faster this time. I can feel it in my bones. And mark my words, Noreen is still alive, trapped in the depths of the imperial palace!”