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

with embarrassment, and I didn't

need a maid to serve you?" Alina asked considerately. Her voice was soft and mellow, making it impossible to find

at me, I buried my head

me. "You better call a maid over. Lowly slaves like her are just filthy,"

she muttered the last sentence,

my teeth. I endured the

suddenly taken away. I looked up, my eyes widening in surprise. Rufus placed his plate of steak he had cut in front of me and exchanged it

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

Majesty, please calm down." Alina walked up

Ethan called, and everyone instantly fell silent. He took a sip of red wine and looked at her. "The steak is delicious. Don't

it was a simple statement, one couldn't miss the warning