The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1115

Lucy's POV:

After reasoning with her, Adela finally gave up the idea of sounding Rufus out.

I didn't have the patience to pander to her idiocy much longer, so after giving her a few more words of comfort, I immediately sent her away.

Once she was gone, I went to the study on the second floor. I removed the knick-knacks lining one of the shelves and took out a metal key from a hidden grove. I inserted it to its designated keyhole and let myself into the adjoining secret room.

It was by no means a large space, just a cozy nook I used to store Kyle's ashes.

Back then, I had sent someone to collect Kyle's body in secret, but all that was left at the site were a pile of bones. He had long been devoured by wild beasts.

I stroked the carved lines on the urn before pressing my lips against its surface. If Richard hadn't meddled with us, I might have had a complete and happy family right now. Firman wouldn't suffer public criticism and bullying, and we wouldn't be living such a pathetic and miserable life.

I took a deep breath to steady my emotions. I had lost count of the times I had come here and wept, but I still cried whenever I thought of Kyle.

I missed him so much. I would give anything to have him back, alive and safe.

The only light in my bleak existence had come and gone so quickly, as if it were nothing more than a dream.

I hate them all—Richard, Rufus, Crystal, and my cruel bastard of a father.

Since Richard's downfall, my father had disowned me and focused on his another daughter, hoping this new pawn of a daughter could help him achieved his ambition. No one cared whether I was alive or dead, and I almost didn't, either. All I cared about was Kyle's child.

Power was the currency in the imperial capital, and it was next to impossible to make a single move without a strong backer. Although Firman was acknowledged as a member of the royal family, his association with Richard deemed him deserving to be looked down upon. Even the son of a Beta from a small, unknown pack would have no qualms about bullying him.

The thought made me clench my fists. I wanted to punish everyone who had dared to lay a hand on my son. I wanted to kill them all!