The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

In the car, Arron sat beside me and looked out of the window with great interest. I patted him on the head and also looked out of the window quietly.

I didn't feel relieved until the car was finally past the gates of the imperial palace.

I chastised myself for worrying too much. After all, Rufus had lost his memory and had completely forgotten me. How could he guess what I was going to do?

And even if he was clever enough to guess my next move, I had already left and was on my way to the border pack. If he wanted to catch me, he'd have to go to the border pack himself. But as the lycan king, it would be unwise for him to go to the border pack to arrest me without any evidence of a crime. It would only cause criticism and unrest in the empire.

I shouldn't have worried that Rufus would act the way he did five years ago. At the time, we loved each other very much and understood each other, so no matter what, I couldn't escape from him.

Now, things were different. Rufus and I weren't on the same wavelength anymore. Even if he did notice something off, he couldn't tacitly know what I was thinking.

"Mommy, look! Doves!" Arron pointed at something in the distance and turned to look at me with bright eyes.

one when we get back home." Although they already had a wild wolf, I didn't mind

tapped his chin with a pudgy finger and thought for a while. "Can I have

and need

and said seriously, "Then I don't want a parrot anymore. I can

care of it if you really want one. We'll take things step by step.

eyes lit up happily. "Okay! I promise I'll take care of it. Thank

close your eyes and get some sleep. We have a long way ahead of us." I propped him on my lap,

didn't say anything more. He closed

the car and carefully carried Beryl out while I got out

soon as I stepped out of the car, Arron woke up and started squirming. He wasn't even fully awake yet, but he tried to help me with the heavy luggage. The

me closely and keep an eye on Beryl. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet

past six, so we still had two hours to kill. Perfect for a hearty

us to stay in a private

omelet, Arron fell asleep