Chapter 909


    Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight


    Chapter 909 The Enthusiastic Guard


    Crystal’s POV:


    With the exception of the cars owned by the royal family, all other vehicles had to go through a


    thorough inspection. Once checked and approved, only then would the cars be allowed to enter the


    imperial pce. It had been so long since Ist stepped foot in these grounds, but right now, I was


    entering the pce as an Alpha. I had be ustomed to how I was living my life the past few


    years that it had slipped my mind how strict the pce was when receiving visitors.


    I did not apply for approval in advance, so I had to walk to the gate to have my arrival recognized. I slid


    out of the car, grabbing an umbre on my way out, and strode towards where the guard was. The rain


    brought gloom as it poured hard, but I maintained a smile intended for business cracked on my face


    before I handed the guard my ID card and job certificate.


    The other party curtly bowed in my presence. He took what I handed over with respect before giving


    me a confused look. “You’re an Alpha and you haven’t applied for a pass?”


    “Mying over was rather unnned, so I forgot to apply for an immediate pass.” I pushed an


    awkward cough, bringing my free hand to touch my mask. It was an unnecessary exnation since he


    was only a guard, but I felt the need to somehow defend myself.


    “Please wait here for a minute. I’ll let your car p@ssfor now, and you can applyter,” the guard said as


    he returned my belongings. He was rather enthused andcent than strict. After making sure that


    I got back my card and certificate, he ran to the back and talked with another guard who was in charge


    of the cars that were checked and approved for passage.


    I stood still and stared at the open gate that was weing us in. I ought to feel relieved that we were


    passing without any difficulty, but I couldn’t help but feel a little inconceivable at the same time. When


    did the guards here be socent about the people they were letting into the pce grounds?


    Well, then I remembered I was now an Alpha. The thought made me shake my head. Indeed, power


    was a leverage at almost everything.


    I slowly let go of a sigh, folded the umbre, and hopped on the car again. Like I said, it had been a


    long time since I had been here, so a lot of things had changed. It was silly of me to assume that I was


    the only one who did.


    The guard who had checked on my document slipped into a white patrol car and led the way.


    Soon, the vehicle came to aplete halt when we reached the area where the white pce was. No


    vehicle was permitted to enter beyond the point we were at, so we had to walk inside.


    Umbre in hand, I was walking ahead with my men behind me, bringing with them the gifts we brought


    for the lycan king. Although it was unnecessary since I was somewhat familiar with the surroundings, I


    let the guard warmly acquainted me with the area. With the way he was briefing me, it seemed he


    completely thought it was my first time being there. He even considerately told me what foods I should


    be trying and the ces I should be visiting while in the city.


    I let him be and even asked questions from time to time to let him know that I was immersed in what he


    was talking about. I guess I did not have the heart to break to him that I was no longer a stranger to the


    city or the pce, much less.


    “The Alpha of each pack resides in the nearby pces, and each pce has its own unique


    characteristics. You can pay a visit to themter.” A bright smile was notched on the guard’s lips trailing


    his suggestion. “I will,” I responded as I closed the umbre. The rain stopped pouring and was


    reced by a gust of wind blowing my hair away.


    The guard took the umbre from me and led us up the white marble steps. The widely opened pce


    door gave us a sneak peek of how resplendent and magnificent the inside was. The night was starting


    to eat the light away when we arrived earlier coupled with the rain, so the lights were naturally on in the


    pce. As we ascended the ssy perron, the servants were lined up, waiting at the door to help us


    with our baggage.


    “I’ll be the one who’ll guide you to the reception partyter. It’s specially prepared by the King and will


    commence at eight o’clock. All the Alphas who’vee here will be gathered by then.”


    “Thank you.”


    “It’s my ple@sure.���


    I stud*ied the guard. He was a young fellow. I could see how dedicated he was at his job by how


    loquacious he was as he toured us around the pce. I was pleased to know that rather than be


    bothered that entertaining us topped his tasks, he was enthused at having us that I was close to giving


    him the thumbs-up he so deserved.


    “What’s your name?” I asked, speaking out of turn.


    He was taken aback at my sudden question. If I were in his shoes, I would probably be as shocked as


    he was. Considering our stations in life, it would be surprising to have his name asked by an Alpha


    such as me. He stammered with fear, perhaps trying to recollect what he had done wrong in the past


    couple of minutes. “My name is Ben.”


    “Okay, Ben,” I echoed. “You’re doing a good job, so I’ll keep you in mind. I’ll put in a good word for you


    when I’m with the lycan king.” I patted his oddly frail shoulder for a guard and continued to walk


    forward.


    I caught a glimpse of how his face brightened and became even more effervescent. Perhaps my gentle


    bearings resonated with him, he became bold and made it more obvious that he was looking at my


    mask.


    A rare shot of embarrassment swept through me as his gaze became more obvious, so I simply told


    him that my face was marred in an ident just so he could stop looking at my mask. Now that I


    thoroughly considered how defensive I might have seemed, I silently hoped he would not keep his


    mouth shut from spreading things about me that did not concern him. His bubbly personality was key to


    this move.


    One look at the guard and I could decipher that he was the type to havepelled a lot of friends.


    Considering how he bbered, just listening at him for a few minutes would give away how he was not


    good at keeping secrets, either. I believed that in a span of just a few days, chattering conversations


    about me having a disfigured face would soon fill the pce halls.


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    The guard sported aplex expression. His face was distorted into a mix of regret, pity, and misery


    for what he thought was an unfortunate tragedy that befell upon me. Not even once did he look again at


    my face.


    At least he was not stupid.