The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

I was about to walk towards the figure when my mother suddenly stopped me. She handed the champagne in her hand to a servant and looked at me unhappily.

"Where are you going? The ball is about to begin."

I felt a little helpless. When I was about to pull my mother's hand away, the figure had already walked into the crowd.

"Your Majesty, Prince Richard hasn't arrived yet. Shall we wait a little longer?" a guard walked up to us and said to my mother in a low voice.

My mother's eyes turned cold upon hearing this. "No. This day is for Rufus. Why do we have to wait for Richard to show up and let him steal the highlight? That's a big joke. I don't want to hear such reckless words from you again. Go away and receive your punishment!"

After scolding the guard, my mother walked to the stage in her high heels. Seeing her approach the stage, the crowd gradually quieted down. Everyone looked at her with reverence. This was their lycan queen Even though she was nearly fifty years old, she still looked graceful and elegant.

"Everyone, welcome to this ball! Today is my son Rufus' birthday, so I hope you can all have a good time," my mother said in a clear and standard voice.

her face. "Rufus, since today is your birthday, please say a few

my cufflinks expressionlessly and walked towards the center of the stage. I was not

you for coming. I wish you all a happy evening." I then gave

her face. She didn't seem to expect that my speech would be so brief. Then the music began. She asked me to choose a

of masks off the stage. Each of them was well-dressed, deliberately showing their best posture

look any further. I shifted my eyes to the figure in the farthest distance that I had been thinking of the whole evening. She was wearing a delicate dress with her head

thought of her flustered expression, my heart unconsciously softened. And I even had the impulse to hold her in my arms. I

thinking too much. The crowd retreated to make

Rufus is so handsome. I'm about to

a look at me. He is such a

that he is cruel, he doesn't look like one at all. He is so gentle when he smiles.

werewolf in the empire. I heard

strength is indeed the greatest charm of the werewolf race. I

towards us. Is he going to invite

on! It must