Miss Detective

No one knew till now. He knew his father knew about all his killings but his father could not do anything about it. All that he could do was silence the pack members.

How could a king be that cruel? He was the best description of a chameleon. A great pretender when he was indeed the devil himself. Using the dragon he called an adopted son as his pawn to get whatever he wanted.

Lucifel swiped off the moist from his forehead and stopped as he reached the palace.

Well, there was no reason he was feeling pathetic right now. No reason he was recalling all his dark past and who he truly was. It never happened. He never had a rethink about this. About the displeasure, he had felt but then, he was feeling somewhat lonely and that feeling of loneliness made all sorts of things creep into his heart.