The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

When I had made it halfway through my run, Rufus strode over to me and picked me up, carrying me back to my ward. "Why didn't you put on any shoes before going out of the ward? You're pregnant. You should be taking care of yourself."

I wrapped my arms around Rufus' neck and murmured, "I forgot because I rushed out in a hurry. I just wanted to see you."

When I was in the ward just now, there was an uneasy feeling in me all of a sudden. I felt as if I was going to lose something very dearly to me. That was why I hurried out of the ward to see Rufus. Rufus stopped in his tracks. He looked down at me intently and then kissed me on the forehead. "You don't need to be so anxious next time. I'm not going to run away."

I pursed my lips and my hold on him became even tighter. "I felt you at the door just now. Why didn't you come in? I've been waiting for you."

"When did you wake up? Do you still feel uncomfortable? Are you hungry? I'll call for someone to bring you some food here," Rufus gently asked me these questions as he walked towards the ward with me stil in his arms.

took a moment before I looked back up at his angular face. I replied, "I just woke up actually and I don't feel that uncomfortable anymore. In fact, I feel very energetic right now. The moment I woke up, I felt that you were near; but you didn't come in. Then I even sensed that you were about to leave. So I hurried out to catch up

chuckle. "I thought I left my phone in the ward. Then when I walked to the door, I realized that it was in the pocket of my trousers this whole time. I thought you hadn't woken up yet, so I didn't go in. Even though I

expected of you to be so careless sometimes." I showed him a teasing smile, but then I asked with a confused tone. "Then why were you sitting on

while gently caressing my head, "I was just imagining what our child would be like in the future. Just now, when I was downstairs, I was seeing many of the male werewolves accompanying their pregnant she-wolves in their check-ups. I

began to squeeze. Holding back tears, I said, "Our child is going

on the lips. Gazing at me with affection, he added, "I hope our child is going to

it any longer!" My lips snarled. Rufus had such good genes, it

his hand on my

top of his while playfully replying, "Our