The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

At the thought of Edwin, I lost my interest in the conversation and slipped into a long silence.

Rufus wrapped his arms around me lovingly and said, "All right. Let's talk about the potted plant." "What's wrong with the potted plant?" He successfully managed to change the topic. I fixed my gaze on him. "Does the flower just need to bloom to lift the curse? No special spell is required?" he asked.

"That's what I think. There was no mention of any special spell in that book. Let's wait and see what happens after we return to the imperial city." We would find out if the curse could be lifted or not based on whether Blair woke up.

As for its effect on Rufus, if the curse didn't attack him again on a full moon night, this method would be proved fruitful.

But we would have to wait until the flower bloomed. It was just a tiny bud right now.

After chatting for a while, I began getting drowsy. My eyes started drooping as I listened to Rufus.

I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

But this time, I slept fitfully. I always slept peacefully through the night when Rufus was next to me.

different. I was plagued by vivid dreams

myself out of it. In my dream, a huge black thorn had encircled me and wrapped itself around my body until I was completely

saw that it was already dawn. The sheets on the other side of the

my aching temples. Then I lifted my quilt and grabbed the shirt he had casually tossed on the bedside table. Using it

a thick cashmere carpet. As I stepped on it with bare feet, my footsteps were muffled. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

hickeys dotted my neck,

me. The weather was so warm. I wouldn't be able to wear a top with a

I was fretting over this, a low

like Rufus was on a

I heard Rufus instruct his subordinate in a firm voice to create a fake paternity test

to the spot by the door as

report and make a fake one. Don't let

came from

I finally understood now.

and I pushed