The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

I saw someone pass by the window. It was Crystal, holding her kid in her arms.

Was she leaving so soon? Somehow, I felt that she looked a bit sad.

I wanted to chase after her by instinct, but when I heard my mother calling me, I stopped and held back the impulse in my heart. "Rufus, what's wrong?" she asked in a concerned tone.

I stared in the direction the she-wolf had left for a long time without saying anything. I didn't know why, but recently, I felt deeply affected by that she-wolf. As long as she was present, I wouldn't be able to focus on anything but her. Whenever I felt that she was unhappy, I subconsciously wanted to comfort her. It took every inch of willpower to restrain myself from doing so, and I always failed miserably.

This was the first time I ever cared so much about a she-wolf. I know it was wrong. As a king, I shouldn't be affected by an insignificant she-wolf, let alone a she-wolf who already had two kids.

children. Everyone had the right to love and to have children. It was not shameful. On

a dangerous existence, and was very likely a threat to

I answered, "Mother, you seem to

curtly, "Since when did you become so

before," I explained lightly. Moreover, she even treated Crystal's two kids as if they were

with her. As for you, you should focus on

time for me to

the study. See who else needs to be added to the list." My mother turned around and headed upstairs. She still

checking the lists in my hand, I put them on the desk and said indifferently, "Mom, you can decide on the candidates for me. I'll be okay with whoever you choose." "I plan on inviting the Alphas and Betas from various packs. We'll ask them to bring their daughters as well," my mother

holding this ball. Otherwise, why else would there be so many noblewomen coming with the Alphas to the imperial capital for the military parade this

who'll make the final call in the end. After all, you're going to choose your favorite she-wolf among them to be your queen." My mother was worried, so she kept nagging me again and again. It was as if she was afraid