The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

Just when I was about to satisfy my curiosity, the door of the lounge opened with a bang. It caught my attention; I turned my head towards the intruder, the one who cut my momentum short. "Stop!"

Crystal crossed our distance and managed to catch my hand just in time before I totally removed the bandages from Arron's face.

Then she rushed over to the other side and grabbed Arron away from my reach. She held him tightly in her arms and shot at me the deadliest glare she could muster. "What the hell were you trying to do to him?"

How she acted and how blurred the previous scene was baffled me altogether. But I gathered myself. "Arron is injured. I'm just checking on him. What's wrong with that?"

However, Crystal snapped at me. "Arron is my child. Whatever happens to him is none of your business."

She seemed to be forgetting her place, raising her voice at me. Besides, she knew nothing of what transpired before she got into the picture. That irked me. I was getting riled up inside. What was worse, the way she was holding Arron protectively and away from me suggested as though I was close to hurting her son. I was just concerned, that was all!

"Do you even have the slightest idea what's going on here? Do you really think I would hurt him?" I mirrored the glare that sparked from Crystal's eyes. Wherever I looked, this situation and her being unnecessarily protective were just absurd and exasperating. What an ingrate she was!

fire, Arron gently tugged Crystal's sleeve and whispered, "Mommy, there were a lot of people surrounding

you just say? Here, show me where

a furious feline when she saw me taking Arron's bandages off, impossibly switched her persona in a split second. What was now plastered across her face was a mother's worry. She examined Arron's body in a swift, and when

keeping my lips sealed. My mind was still surging on a wave of

run away at the ball, now she also got herself into an argument with me without

hurt anymore. He had asked the doctor to check up on me." Arron

Arron's injuries and said softly, "I'm sorry, Arron.

not your fault. I was running around." Judging by how he phrased his statement, I could say he was a good boy. He didn't mention anything about the people who really hurt him. He instead consoled his mother who was supposed to listen to him whine about

Imagine them having a mother and son moment while I stood there, watching; I felt like an intruder who wasn't supposed to see this private moment and couldn't fit into their picture. That worsened my already sour

stood. An innocent smile cracked on his lips as he fluttered his lashes. He then looked proudly

recognition of me somehow allayed the anger that was churning inside me, but I didn't let it show on my face. Doing so would mean I had let Crystal

gaze and met mine but lowered it as soon as she recognized my cold stare. So, that was it? She was now acting like nothing happened. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

expression the little boy was wearing when he peeped at me. It seemed that

about apologizing to me? Why did she look away? Was it because of shame? Pride? Embarrassment? She should have been