The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

I didn't answer right away. I thought for a long time and sadness crept on my heart. "To keep Rufus alive, I have to stay away from him. We can't ever be together."

Flora's eyes turned red. "So are you going to stay in the border pack for the rest of your life?"

"It's not that bad in the border pack. I have a good life there, and my two kids are healthy and happy. I just want to grow old and be done with my life."

While I spoke, the sadness engulfed my heart even more. Every day without Rufus felt the same—dull and lifeless. The happiness and joy of the past seemed to have escaped me forever.

Flora pulled me into a hug and patted my back comfortingly. "Don't think like that. Everything will work out in the end. Who knows what the future holds for us?"

I nodded, but I didn't want to talk about this anymore, so I tried to change the topic.

asked breathlessly, "Did you know that Rufus is going to

and

"So suddenly?"

no longer withstand the pressure from the royal elders. It'll be held in the form of a masquerade, which will be held tomorrow night. All the daughters of the Alphas who are of the marriageable age will participate." Flora pursed her lips and looked at me carefully, afraid

there are a lot more young noble girls who came

not sure Rufus will even choose one. After all, he's a picky guy. Maybe none of

made arrangements for this ball, or no one would've dared to make decisions for Rufus. "It's about time. If he doesn't get married and have children soon, he won't be able to produce an heir. It's only natural the royal family is anxious." I had always expected that someday, Rufus would get married again. As the lycan king, he had to take the interests of the whole empire into account. Even if he didn't want to, for the sake of producing an heir, he had to choose a queen

time for me to accept

a

"Don't say

you keep the mask on for the rest of your life." Sᴇaʀᴄh

still a black witch, the curse of black thorns will always exist. If Rufus falls in love with me again, the black thorns will grow on his back, killing him slowly. This time, no one and nothing