The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

Panic seized me. My first instinct was to hide, but that was dumb. He was here to see me. What was the use of hiding?

Before I could calm down, there was a knock on the door. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I nearly jumped and rushed over to lock the door, but as soon as I turned around, I realized that it was already ajar. Soon, the door was pushed open from the outside. It was Rufus.

I had to act quickly. I grabbed the mask from the floor and put it on. Although Rufus had lost his memory and couldn't recognize me, I had spread the news that my face had been disfigured and so I couldn't let him see that it wasn't.

As soon as I put on the mask, Rufus pushed the door open and looked at me.

"Sorry. The door was already open, so I thought you weren't here."

Rufus had said to me in five years. Hearing his familiar, pleasant voice, tears started to roll down my

priority in the world of werewolves, not beauty." Perhaps Rufus thought that

you probably don't know she-wolves that well. All she-wolves care a lot about their

ugly and beautiful faces. Ability and strength mean

he was still as indifferent as

"Your Majesty, what brings

go to the party? All the Alphas were there." Rufus questioned me

left early. Hearing this, Rufus changed the topic. "You've been in office for a long time, but I've never seen you before. When did

a hole in my head. I couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. Gulping nervously, I thought for a while before finally answering, "Five years ago, when I just started to work at the border.

"The vampire's power corroded my face, completely disfiguring it. I even wear the mask when I'm in the shower.

tone to make

me about it until recently?"

for a while, my mind racing to come up with an excuse. "My pack never spread the news of my disfigurement for fear that I'd feel bad. Moreover,