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.

smile on her

the stage. I was not in the mood to

a happy evening."

on her face. She didn't seem to expect that my speech would be so

on the she-wolves wearing all kinds of masks off the stage. Each of them was well-dressed, deliberately

didn't look any further. I shifted my eyes to the figure in the farthest

must be at a loss right now. At the thought of her flustered expression, my heart unconsciously softened. And I even had

much. The crowd

handsome.

really hope he can take a look at me. He is such a

one at all. He is so gentle when he

the strongest werewolf in the empire. I heard that

race.

Is he

It must be