The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Flora's POV:

"No. They just misunderstand him. Prince Rufus is actually a very gentle lycan. He is not cruel or cold-blooded. On the contrary, he is very considerate," Sylvia explained. Her voice was soft, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, deep and quiet.

I nodded to show that I believed her. But I felt more intrigued. Obviously, she was deeply in love with Prince Rufus, but she just refused to admit it.

"He just doesn't like to talk, so others think he's cold," Sylvia added. Every word she said was praising Prince Rufus.

My long-lost passion was ignited. I felt that I had to try every means to bring her and Prince Rufus together. A handsome lycan and a beautiful she -wolf. Such a perfect match, wasn't it? But before that, I had to do something more important.

"Sylvia, come on, try this dress on." I shoved Sylvia towards the gift box. "If you keep praising him, it will be dawn when you finish talking."

"Flora!" Her face flushed.

She got angry and embarrassed at the same time. I pinched her smooth cheek, acting like a hooligan. "I can't wait any longer."

Sylvia rolled her eyes at me, at a loss for words. She then walked into the bathroom with the dress.

hands together, looking forward to seeing

Her fair and flawless skin was glowing like finest jade. And the beautiful dress made her originally delicate

breasts. I thought I must force Sylvia to tell me some breast enhancement techniques. "Hurry, put on your mask now." I handed her the mask and took out my phone.

only take photos of your side face. And you'll still wear

up her hair into a bun and nodded slightly. "Okay, I

by her beauty again and again. I began to imagine how she and Prince Rufus would look when

side face, I posted them

Alina's POV:

kinds of dresses were piled up on the floor. I sat on the sofa in a silk slip dress and looked at the busy servants

this is

sincerely said as she handed over

perfume from her. I got more irritated. The smell of the perfume was a mix of citrus and peppermint oil, somewhat similar to the scent of that bitch Sylvia. "It... It's

bottle at her. "I don't like that. It smells like shit. Don't ever

Quinn," Coco lowered her head and said in

stood up. This group of losers had spent so much time, but they couldn't even get a good dress for me. I felt more furious, especially when I