The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

The she-wolf in front of me trembled all over and knelt on the floor. Her cheeks were stained with tears, and her hair was messy. I could keenly see the red hand marks I left on her neck. "Ashley?" I sat at the table and stared at her coldly. The rage that stirred in my heart was getting more and more uncontrollable.

The slave nodded timidly, her eyes wide with panic and uneasiness.

I snorted. Obviously, this was Geoffrey's doing.

When the slave pushed me to the bed just now, I had already known that something was wrong. The restlessness in my body wasn't from lust, but from the approaching full moon.

If she really was Sylvia, her scent would've comforted me. Although this fake smelled exactly like Sylvia, her scent only served to irritate me even more.

The second I realized this, the woman in front of me started to change. It was Ashley, the female slave who had performed at the banquet earlier. I almost strangled her to death. It was Omar who stopped me and was my voice of reason.

I took a deep breath and smelled something murky floating in the air. It was coming from the slave. It smelled so terrible that I nearly lost control of myself. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

devilish red. First of all, I needed to figure

random gestures. She

paper

to overtake

and tried not to fly into a rage. Annoyed beyond belief, I reached for a pen and paper from the table and threw

the pen in a hurry and started

on the table and quickly retreated

The handwriting on it was so messy

did my best

that she was a vampire whose special power had to do with hallucination. That was to say, the

come from Ashley's mouth.

the slave nodded,

yes or no?" I pursed my lips unhappily and felt my patience running thin. If it weren't for the information she might have, I

nodded desperately, clasping her hands together and rubbing them, as though she was begging me not

held