The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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I tried hard to remember it. Although my head ached, my intuition told me that whatever that lost memory was, it was very important.

It was not the first time I felt so powerless. I'd been feeling like I've lost something significant since I came out of my coma five years ago. But no matter how much I tried, I just couldn't figure it out.

I endured the headache and let myself be immersed into my recollection. At first, all I could see was a white mist. Later, a scene depicting a lively dance party emerged. At one point during the party, my parents stopped dancing and stood in the middle of the dance floor, talking about something. At that time, my mother was much younger and more indifferent than now, and my father was much stronger and healthier. I walked up to my mother and found that she had a grimace on her face while talking to a girl. I was intrigued by the girl and wanted to know why she made my mother so displeased.

However, all the guests at the ball vanished as soon as the scene in my memory shifted. Now, there was only that girl in my sight. My heart beat inexplicably. I really wanted to get close to her, hold her hand, and dance with her.

closer, something about her air turned me

time, my mother interrupted my recalling. "Don't think too much about it, Rufus. That ball was a failure. You didn't find anyone you like. You danced with Alina for a few songs. I liked her very much, but unfortunately, you didn't. It turned out later that I was wrong about her. Anyway, your feelings are the most important thing in choosing a mate. It's the same this time." "Is that Alina?" I murmured to myself. Thinking of Alina's face, I felt disgusted even just

father was still imprisoned in the deepest dungeon. Despite having only read about Alina killing Leonard in the investigation report, I strangely felt as if I was there and witnessed it myself. Unfortunately, I couldn't remember any

don't think about it anymore. We should think about how to make this ball

think about it anymore, because every time I tried to recall fragments of my blurry memory, my

help without telling my mother, but the examination result showed that I was

and closed my eyes to calm myself down.

back to me, and I couldn't help but be intrigued

a different person from the one I had seen

closer to her. My heart beat faster and the moment I was about to hold her hand, my heart seemed to have stopped beating. The only