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.

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lit up happily. "Okay! I promise I'll take care

some sleep. We have a long way ahead of us." I propped

closed his eyes obediently and

the car and carefully carried Beryl out while I got out from the other

started squirming. He wasn't even fully awake yet, but he tried to help me with the heavy luggage. The sweet, considerate boy never

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city was to take off at half past six, so we still had two hours to kill. Perfect for a hearty

in a private lounge,

gobbling up an omelet, Arron fell