The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

Time sped by and soon enough it was time for the military parade. I woke up at the crack of dawn to get ready.

I looked at Arron who was still sleeping and walked over to his side. I bent over, stroked his head, and planted a kiss on his forehead. Although Arron had to keep his bandages on at all times, he was generally enjoying his time at the imperial palace.

After setting the table and getting everything in order, I headed down to the city center to wait for the opening of the parade.

the celebration. After Rufus took over the throne, the werewolves reclaimed a number of packs that had been under the authority of vampires. In addition, this was the first grand celebration since Rufus became king, so all the Alphas and

the border packs. So of course, my presence was disregarded. But I didn't care at all. I was happy to be ignored, otherwise I would have to find an excuse to disguise

one paid him any attention; he just didn't like attending social engagements and dealing with the hypocrites. He stood not far away from me, with a

very friendly. And after some of them noticed

little surprised. When I met Warren at the reception party last time, I felt that he had recoiled back to his old stern self.

He had basically let go of himself in front of his friends. All his joy, anger, and sadness were no longer hidden in his

nothing he cared about in the world. His extraordinary coldness made me start to worry about his relationship with Flora. A man with a happy family and a loving wife and children would not be like

downcast as he squeezed his lips together and

a mask. He couldn't see my expression right now. Amused by my foolish behavior, I gave my mask an embarrassed tug and wanted to say something to Warren to break the awkward silence, but Warren had already turned his head away. He obviously didn't want