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.

my eyes turning a devilish red. First of all, I needed to figure out how she made

to me and made random gestures. She had hinted that she couldn't speak from

want a piece of paper and a pen?"

seemed to overtake her because she

my eyes shut and tried not to fly into a rage. Annoyed beyond belief, I reached for a pen and

picked up the pen in a hurry and started scrawling on the paper

few seconds later, she gingerly placed the note on the table and quickly

picked up the note and tried to read it. The handwriting on it was so messy that I could barely

and did my

she was a vampire whose special power had to do with hallucination. That was to say, the reason why she could look and

that I had heard earlier didn't come from Ashley's mouth. It came from my imagination. I stared at the note for a long time before looking at

the slave nodded, and then

felt my patience running thin. If it weren't for the information she might have, I

streamed down the slave's face. She nodded desperately, clasping her hands together and rubbing them, as though she was begging me not to kill

and held the