Werewolf Prince Love Story

Being born with a golden spoon in his mouth doesn't necessarily make Lycaon's life full of happiness. Being discriminated against for reasons that don't make sense, even though basically those who hate don't need to have reasonable reasons. Like Lycaon as a child.

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were some patches of dirt and dry mud, a stark contrast to the color of her expensive clothes. The hair that

onchalantly. Lycaon had already prepared what he was about to hear from the man. Her innocent gaze began to blur

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Previously, Lycaon had never discussed this at all. He knew how his father was, but now he just felt tired. He wanted a defense from the man.

"Do not bother me. Get out before I tell the guards to drag you down."

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From that moment on, Lycaon knew that even if he was in the flames, his father wouldn't even give him a glance. For one reason he didn't understand, what was wrong with him? Little Lycaon didn't understand why people could hate to the point of hurting others.

Could it be because he is still very young? Is that reason only adults can understand? Questions like that always filled his mind whenever he was treated unfairly by his brother, even his own father. After cleaning and getting the wound treated by the maid, Lycaon stayed silent in his room.

Orange light shone from the western sky, his gaze towards the window looked shady, but who knew there was a big hole in the boy's heart. Come to think of it, since yesterday he hadn't seen his mother. There was no woman in her father's private room. In fact, if his mother was there, he probably wouldn't have come out of the room in tears and run around sobbing.

get out of bed with a slight jump. Tonight, he w

and just listened, it was much be

Actually, all interests, even just an act of self-defense, must obtain legality from his father. Lycaon understood why his mother could only cry every time she heard his complaints. Like most children his age, Lycaon just wants to play and be with the people he cares about when he feels lonely.

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The room was indeed a little further from the location of the main hall and especially his room. Lycaon jogged, but suddenly his legs stopped as lightning flashed through the frosted glass window, then followed by a sound of thunder that made even his little legs tremble.

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Lycaon was sure that it wasn't long before he saw the bright orange sky, not the least bit that it looked like a storm was coming. Ignoring that, he continued on. This time at a leisurely pace.

in the middle, the boundary between t

e dark and thunderous. Lycaon intended to go to his father, but it would only int

n who had his back to him fr

Arriving at the door, he knocked for a moment before finally entering. It was very dark in his mother's room, could it be that the woman wasn't here?

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Her tiny hands were fumbling against the wall, trying to find a button that might light up the room. Lightning flashed again and the sound of rain knocking on the slightly open window sent the curtains flying.

"Mother?" Call again, but still no answer.

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Until he finally froze his body, stood straight with a pale face, and suddenly his legs went limp like a jellyfish. Lycaon fell, his eyeballs watering and shaking.

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ycaon's mother and stepsi