Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 473

Sylvia’s POV:

I didn’t believe that.

If the lycan king had acquiesced, Rufus would have known it.

“I know you don’t believe me. You come from the imperial capital and have lived a happy, peaceful life…”

“You are wrong, Felix,” I interrupted him. “I used to be a slave. My life was no better than yours.”

Felix was silent for a while, and his face finally softened. “It doesn’t mean others are the same as you. In all these years, the lycan king has not once asked about the situation in our pack. Either he feels guilty or he just doesn’t care.”

“Enough! Felix, you can’t make claims without evidence. I don’t want you to get yourself into trouble because of spreading this rumor,” I reprimanded him. I didn’t want the innocent boy to get into trouble by making false claims.

But my mind was a complete mess now. I couldn’t help but think of Ethan being paranoid about power and inheritance. Even though Richard had committed such serious crimes and taken the lives of many innocent soldiers, Ethan still spared Richard’s life because only he could extend his bloodline.

Ethan was probably more ruthless than I thought.

Felix didn’t utter another. He lowered his head, and my heart broke at the sight of the little boy who looked broken and dejected.

“Felix, your anger is justifiable. I understand your situation. But…” I wanted to remind Felix that the world wasn’t as cruel as he thought. However, I couldn’t because I had no right to say that. After all, no one could erase the pain and unjust he had encountered. The people in power had ruined the little boy’s life and left an indelible scar in his heart.

Felix looked up at me. His silence made me feel a little guilty.

“I’m sorry, Felix. I know I have no stand to speak for you or anyone else. But I hope you can keep those speculations and doubts to yourself until you replace conclusive evidence. After all, you are talking about the king who has the power to decide the fate of the entire empire. Even if you don’t care about yourself, you should do this for the sake of Alva,” I advised him.

Felix lowered his head and clenched his fist as if he were controlling his rage against the world.

Finally, his shoulders slumped, and he nodded weakly. “I know. I will control my anger and never utter those words again.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed his shoulders. “The children in the orphanage are all hostages for those outside the wall, aren’t they? They are shackles that trap you here so that you’d surrender without resisting.”

Felix smiled bitterly. “Not exactly. The children inside are all our family members. We’ve sent them there in person though.”

“Why?” I was confused.

Felix remained silent for a while. When he looked up at me, I could see the pain in his eyes. “The best resources, education, and living environment is available only inside the wall. We can also visit them once a month. The children live a happy, comfortable life there. Even if their relatives outside the wall die, the children inside would live a secure life, free of fear. They would also receive a generous pension as compensation.”

He smiled sadly. “So I guess you have an idea now as to why the werewolves outside the wall are eager to become prey for the vampires. We want to secure the life of our dear ones.”

Felix sounded calm as if we were discussing the weather. I could see life had toughened the innocent boy — he had become numb. However, his eyes lit up every time he spoke about Alva.

“I’m doing all this for Alva. How can such a young child face this cruel world all by herself?” Felix grew depressed. Talking about Alva seemed to reveal his vulnerability.

My heart broke as I silently watched the little boy risking his own life just to keep his little sister happy.