The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Laura's POV:

Afraid that Rufus would be suspicious, I deliberately snapped at him with a straight face, "You said that as if I have never cared about you. You've always been so distant and cold since you were a child. I still remember how you always kept to yourself and wouldn't talk to me. But thankfully, I have Beryl to accompany me now. Do you have any problem with that?"

"No, not at all. Since you want Beryl to stay overnight with you, then fine. I will allow her to spend the night at your place." After that, Rufus didn't say anything more and continued to work.

I breathed a sigh of relief and carried Beryl in my arms, ready to leave.

The young girl rubbed her eyes and asked in a daze, "Where are we going, Grannie?"

"We're going to Grannie's palace. You'll sleep with Grannie tonight." I gently pressed my cheek against Beryl's adorable face and coaxed her softly.

Beryl cheered up a little and agreed obediently, "Okay, then I will tell you stories tonight."

I wished she could stay so I could watch her grow

thought of Crystal, I felt

have to wait for an opportunity to visit the

wrong. Not wanting to strike up anymore conversation with him, I took Beryl back to my place

Beryl didn't seem to be bothered. She even excitedly took me

had a swing installed in the backyard because I knew Beryl loved to play

was big enough for three

side, and

of fear. In contrast, she was so ecstatic that she laughed

for a long time. I was mostly surrounded with either old people who revered me or young people who were terrified of me, and neither group was very fascinating for

Beryl reluctantly returned to the room with

shower before we lay on the bed, ready to sleep. She did keep her promise and told me stories, but each tale ended with an unexpected twist. For instance, Snow White was actually a dark crow who intentionally got close to the prince for revenge. And the human to which the little mermaid fell in love with was actually someone she

more I listened, the stranger I felt. These stories were all dark and dreary. Did