Todos los capítulos de Fated To The Werewolf Dragon King : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

The royal aide and Rad had gone away from the waiting room, and now they were in the physician's quarters, with Brad hovering over Rad.Brad held a knife over a candle and waited until the tip of the knife was hot enough, then he placed it over Rad's wound, which was already getting worse.Rad gritted his teeth as he tried to endure the pain.The royal aide fidgeted beside them, pacing worriedly."The King can't be dead." He mumbled as he paced again. "He just can't be. We have to find him." He said to them."Help me here, will you?" Brad was still holding the knife over Rad's ribs.The royal aide walked over to them. "We have to find the King." He said, taking the towel Brad was giving him."Wipe the sides of the wound," Brad instructed."Aren't you guys hearing what I've been saying? Why are you not saying anything?" The royal aide was irritated, and he showed it.Brad was also irritated. "Can't you see he is injured? If we don't treat him now, the wolfsbane will eat up his organs,

The wind was soft and cool, rustling the tree branches now and then. The trees were older now, taller, their old leaves falling from the branches to make way for new ones.Birds chirped in harmony as they settled on the tips of the branches, enjoying the midday sunlight.Tari was leaning against the balcony railing, her eyes fixed on nothing in particular.Her hair was longer now, and her face had aged a little. Then her eyes shifted to where the birds were, and raising two fingers, she snapped them, and a screech sounded from the branches.One of the birds fell to the ground, its body convulsing. Its colorful wings had turned dark brown. The bird wasn't moving anymore.Tari looked down at it, then her lips curled up slowly, and she chuckled lightly.She was still staring at the dead bird when a knock sounded on her door, and the door opened.Tari didn't need to look back to know who it was."High Chancellor." Maxwell's head guard bowed slightly, and he stepped further into the room.

The streets of the Citadel have always been busy in the evening. People seemed to enjoy the twilight; it was when sellers brought out their newest, freshest stock.Amid the chatter and bustle, a woman stood at a corner, her body clad in a black cloak, half her face covered by a black hood.It was only her lips that were exposed to the eyes, and they moved as she looked down at the paper in her hand.Someone nudged against her shoulder, and the hood shifted a little, revealing a bit of her face.It was Adriana. She quickly bent her head and adjusted the hood."Stop standing in the way. Move!" The man who had nudged her shouted instead of apologizing, but Adriana just kept her head low until the man had disappeared into the busy crowd.Then she raised her head again, her face hidden, and looking down at the list once more, she moved towards a stall that sold herbs."What do you want to buy?" The woman sitting behind the table of herbs asked her when she came to the stall.Adriana didn't

The day of the search came quickly, and Marcus waited for the sun to set before he made his move.He took out the peasant clothes the royal aide had given him and placed them in a bag. To be safe, he added another.He flung the bag over his shoulder and was about to step out when a knock sounded on the door.Marcus halted and stared at the door, waiting. A knock came again, but he didn't answer.Maybe whoever was at the door would go away if he didn't open it, but the knocking didn't stop. They were persistent, so he had no choice but to answer."Who is there?" He called out."Your Highness, I came with a letter." A reply came.Marcus went to the door and opened it. A maid stood at the door and bowed when he appeared in the doorway."What letter?"She stretched out her hand, and he took it.Marcus's brows furrowed when he read the contents of the letter. It was a dinner invitation from the King. "Tell him I said I'm not interested," Marcus said to the maid, but the maid fell to her k

As Maxwell and Amelia set down their forks, maids came forward and cleared the table. Then they moved to the relaxing room, with herbal tea and honey biscuits laid out before them.Through the rim of his cup, Maxwell watched Amelia. She looked lost and heartbroken, barely touching her tea."Why are you so distraught?" He asked her casually.Amelia looked up at him, her eyes filled with worry. "Your Majesty, Prince Marcus was very upset. He doesn't want to go on with the wedding."Maxwell placed the cup on the table and faced her fully. "Is that what you are worried about?" He gave her a small smile. "I know my cousin. He is just acting tough.""But what he said..." Amelia said worriedly, and Maxwell shifted closer to her.Maxwell held her hand in his. "What he said doesn't matter. What matters is what I say, and I say the wedding will be next month. So relax."But Amelia didn't relax. She could still see the fire in Marcus's eyes when he had seen her at the dinner table. He was beyon