The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

Reassured by Sylvia's gentle gaze, I began to vent my emotions.

"My father nearly cried just because I called him 'dad'. And my mother said that I had drifted away from her a long time ago. I didn't realize until today that, ever since I was cursed, I had isolated myself and pushed my parents away."

Sylvia tilted her head to the side and mulled over what I said. "When did you start to distance yourself from Queen Laura?"

"Probably around the time after I was cursed," I said after thinking for a while. Smiling bitterly, I continued, "She didn't know about the curse back then. In order to keep it a secret, my father took me in under the guise of training me. He didn't allow me to contact anyone, including my own mother."

That was the darkest period in my life. Not only did I have to endure physical pain, but also mental suffering.

I knew that I had become a monster. I felt like I was drowning in a devastating pool of despair, choking out any ounce of hope left in me. But I wanted to live. And in order to do that, I had to accept the harsh reality. On the one hand, I despised myself, while on the other, I strived to live. It was also thanks to the mental anguish that the curse caused that my temperament changed greatly. I gradually became sensitive and irritable, not wanting to get close to anyone." I forced a smile and laughed at myself bitterly." After all, who would want to be friends with a monster?"

"Rufus, that's all in the past. I'm here with you now, and I'm more than willing to help you shoulder the pain and difficulty. You're no

buried my face in her neck. "Thank you, Sylvia," I murmured in a hoarse voice. "I think I should stop pushing myself.

fingers through my hair and said gently, "It doesn't matter, Rufus. It's never too late to try fixing the problem. We still have a lot of time to mend your relationship with your parents." "Sure..." I sighed, although it felt cathartic to finally tell

rubbed her nose against the tip of mine. "Well, don't be upset anymore. If

is so gloomy that it can make a child cry," Sylvia pouted, rubbing my cheek with

didn't move and just let

and pecked me on the lips. Then she rested her head on my shoulder and murmured, "You know what? My life was a mess before I met

I felt so helpless, thinking about my mother and my hopeless future,"

I felt sorry for her and I

my gaze. She raised her head and smiled at me warmly. "But things are better now.

about her childhood, she sat

than I did. I'd catch her secretly wiping her tears because

calmness was infectious, and my restless heart soon became