Chapter 36

　　Lucas' POV 　　"You can't kill all the rogues." Both Lucian and my wolf said in one voice. 　　Fucking rogues. They're like cockroaches. 　　"They've brought me way too many troubles. It's like whack-a-mole. When you solve one problem, the others just keep popping up. We're moving to the fucking South next year. I hate keeping an eye behind my back all the time. We'll be fucking fighting enemies in front and rear." 　　Lucian said, "How about not killing the rogues and trying to look for the cure for this disease? If you help them, they'll owe you a great favor. People intend to cause less trouble to their savior instead of the killer. You'll be a benevolent prince in their eyes instead of a demonic creature." 　　I didn't give a shit about pretending to be a fucking doe-eyed prince. 　　I am who I am. You either yield to me or die in front of me. 　　"Only dead people won't be able to cause any trouble to me. They'll thank me for ending their miserable cowardly lives. Trust me. They're rouges. Th