Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 773

Sylvia’s POV:

My heart tightened. I sprang to my feet and asked, “What happened?”

Blair scowled and said in a heavy voice, “I received a notice ten minutes ago that Rufus has encountered a riot during the meeting. My mission to go out has been postponed. I have to lead the army to subdue the riot right now.”

When I heard this news, I felt like my head was about to explode. “What about Rufus? How is he? Is he hurt? Why did this turmoil happen? Was it because of the black witches or the vampires?”

I was so agitated that I was ready to charge out instantly. Blair grabbed my arm and said, “Calm down, Sylvia. Rufus is fine. Neither the vampires, nor the black witches are involved. I think this riot was incited by an elder of the royal family. He wanted to strike a direct blow to Rufus, because his interests would be damaged if the meeting went smoothly.”

Relief coursed through me when I heard this, but worry about Rufus still plagued me. “What about Rufus? Where is he now? Are you absolutely certain that he is unhurt?”

Blair’s face darkened further. He glared at me and said in annoyance, “Rufus really is fine. You’d better focus on our plan.”

“What should we do now?” I turned to ask him, now beginning to worry about it.

Blair’s face softened. “It will be fine. When I finish suppressing the riot, I’ll sneak you out of the capital city on another excuse. Wait for me here. People rarely ever come in anyway.”

I nodded. “Then go ahead with your task. I’ll wait here.”

After Blair left, I sat in his office alone. While waiting, I searched about relevant news articles on today’s riot on my phone. They only mentioned that a few soldiers were injured. There was no mentioning of Rufus getting hurt. Moreover, there were even pictures of him maintaining order on the news websites. Although those pictures were blurred, it was obvious that he was unharmed.

My body sagged in relief. Putting the phone to the side, I lay down on the sofa to rest. I hadn’t slept well last night. As soon as I drifted off, I was tormented by dreams of black thorns.

I turned over groggily, and something sharp cut into my side. I stood up and pulled out a very thin Kraft notebook from the gap of the sofa.

When I casually opened it, I saw that my name was doodled all over the front page.

Needless to say, it must be Blair who did it.

Speechless, I stuffed the notebook back to its original spot between the cushions as I comforted myself that Blair was just sick. Once I found my mother’s inheritance book, maybe I could cure him.

As the minutes ticked by, I dozed off again. Suddenly, my phone rang, startling me awake. It was Flora.

I happily answered. Both Flora and I had been busy over the past several days and we hadn’t got a chance to talk at all.

As usual, Flora’s animated voice hit my ears. She gave me the details of everything that had been going on in her life recently. From her description, it was obvious that her relationship with Warren was progressing happily.

“By the way, I’ve recently learned a lot of secret recipes from the elder she-wolves from my pack. They’re all good for both the mother and the baby. I’ll sort out the herbs and mail them to the capital city for you later along with the recipes.” Flora was very excited to tell me about all these latest developments. She said that she had even felt her baby move recently.

I touched my slightly bulging belly and my heart warmed. “When will you come back to the capital city?”

“I’ll be back soon, I guess,” Flora replied casually.

I had mixed feelings. I wasn’t sure when we’d be able to see each other again. I worried that it would be difficult to gather all the members of the elite team again.

After a long conversation, we reluctantly said goodbye. My phone beeped with Blair’s text. It read, “Mission is over. I’m on my way back. Stay ready, so we can leave immediately.”

As I was reading this, Rufus called me.