The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

At the mention of the word "father", my mind went blank. It was a very strange word to me, and there was nothing my mind could conjure to describe my father.

I lowered my head sadly. "I've never had a father." "Didn't your mother tell you anything about him?" Rufus cocked his head to the side, confused.

I shook my head and hunched my shoulders. "No. One time, when I was a child, I heard another child gossiping about me right to my face. He said that my mother was a whore who left the pack and then came back pregnant with me, which was why no man wanted us. Hearing this, I taught him a lesson. Since then, no child wanted to play with me—that is, except Shawn." Recalling this, the pain from the past resurfaced like a throbbing scar. "The truth is, I didn't care so much about being the black sheep. What I cared about was my mother. She was such a good she-wolf and didn't deserve to be treated like that." Rufus' expression darkened. "What if your father's still alive? Maybe there's a reason why your mother didn't talk about him."

I lowered my head and didn't reply, lost in my own thoughts. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

When I was a child, I had sometimes asked my mother about my father, but she always said the same thing: that my father had left for a faraway place.

And whenever I asked, she always looked so sad. I didn't want to make her sad, so I slowly learned to stop asking about my father's whereabouts.

believe that either my father had

longing for father's love in my childhood, now I

even if my father had chosen to leave me

she gave me something, saying that I'd find my father with it." I suddenly remembered and raised my head to look at Rufus. "But because I was a slave, I wasn't able

you bring it with you here?"

seen it, too. She said that my

Is it a symbol of the pack?" Rufus frowned slightly, trying to put the pieces

pack used to use before. I actually had planned to go to her

chances of finding my father were

there was a nagging fear in my heart

his eyes flashing with determination. "Your mother didn't want to tell you who your father was when she was stil alive, which means your identity isn't so simple. Your father probably isn't an ordinary werewolf,