The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I bit my lower lip and looked at the steak. I had no clue what to do. It once again made me feel that I didn't belong with them.

I stole a glance at Rufus, who was sitting beside me. He was cutting the steak and didn't seem to notice my embarrassment.

The royal family followed stringent table etiquettes. I had learned a bit about it before. But I was too young back then. I don't remember any of it now. I had become a slave after my mother died. Therefore, I never got to attend such occasions.

I would have been a happy and elegant lady if my mother was still alive. I would give anything and everything just in exchange of my mother being with me.

Thinking about my mother seemed to depress me even more.

However, now wasn't the time to get immersed in sadness. I tried to ward off the negative emotions and carefully sliced the steak.

than necessary while cutting, the metal knife scraped against the plate, making

and I didn't dare to

considerately. Her voice was soft and

staring at me,

over. Lowly slaves

muttered the last sentence, it

I hissed through my teeth. I endured the embarrassment and picked up the

plate in front of me was suddenly taken away. I looked up, my eyes widening in surprise. Rufus placed his

face vanish right away. Her eyes were full of disbelief. "Rufus! What are you doing?! How could you cut steak for a lowly she-wolf?" Laura was seething with rage. She threw the knife and fork on the table and sprang to her feet. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find

walked up to

a sip of red wine and looked at her. "The steak is delicious. Don't you want

a simple statement, one couldn't miss the