The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

Through the crack in the door, I spotted Crystal rushing away. For some reason, my chest felt constricted.

I reflexively touched the bandage that covered my wound, thinking that perhaps the pain was a result of my injury.

Mom asked me in a surprised voice, "Get married? Are you sure you want to be so hasty about it?"

Just as I was about to answer affirmatively, the dull pain returned to my chest, and it was even worse than the last time. I felt as if a needle had suddenly been plunged into my wound. So my hand automatically flew to my heart.

I called back the doctor who was getting ready to leave. "Don't go yet. Come and check if my chest wound is inflamed or something. Why does it keep paining?"

a confused expression, "Is the

my wound. Meanwhile, I turned my attention to my mother and said, "Now that I'm supposed to get married soon, and I have happened to meet the mate designated to me by the

like she wanted to

examining my wound. "It's fine. Maybe your sudden movement just now

indifferently and asked the doctor to leave. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

bed, and calmly asked, "Did you hear what I just said?

for a long time." My mother, who had been quiet for quite a while, abruptly asked

paused for a moment, and then replied, "I was unwell that day, so I left

palms on the sides of her dress again. Every time she answered Mom's or my questions, she got an

reason, her

wave of guilt toward her washed over me. Although I didn't feel the