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."

said to me in five years. Hearing his familiar, pleasant voice, tears started to roll down my cheeks uncontrollably. I quickly lowered my head so that Rufus wouldn't notice that I was

not beauty." Perhaps Rufus thought that I lowered my head because I was supposedly disfigured and didn't dare to look at

better mood. I raised my head to look at him and smiled. "Your Majesty, you probably don't know she-wolves that well. All she-wolves care a lot about their appearance. Rufus didn't react. His handsome, expressionless face was as cold as

between ugly and beautiful faces. Ability and strength mean everything

he was still as indifferent

Majesty, what

All the Alphas were there." Rufus questioned

lips and came up with a lame excuse, saying that I wasn't feeling well and so left early. Hearing this, Rufus changed the topic. "You've been in office for a long time, but I've never seen

bore 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 vampires were still very rampant. One time when I led my soldiers to fight

him, I added, "The vampire's power

spoke in a melancholic tone to make it

me about it until recently?"

racing to come up with an excuse. "My pack never spread the news of my disfigurement for fear that I'd feel bad. Moreover, the border is so far away from the imperial capital; it takes a while for news to