The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

"Why would you want to live in that place? That's where Rufus resided when he was still the crown prince. After he succeeded Ethan, he shifted to the king's palace. As a result, the palace Rufus used to occupy has remained vacant for a long time." Mom looked up and shot Adela an icy glare. It seemed that she was irked by Adela's proposal.

Adela's eyebrows furrowed and she looked at me with misty eyes. She was so nervous that tears pooled in her eyes. "I know. I just want to be closer to His Majesty. I have always admired him, so I want to live at his previous residence."

I lowered my gaze and didn't meet Adela's eyes. I was subconsciously repulsed and wanted to refuse her request, but she added, "Didn't you tell me this morning that I could ask for anything I desired? I don't want anything. I just want to be closer to you. I believe being with you is more important than anything else."

"Well, what is your opinion, Rufus?" Mom asked me. I didn't know if it was just a figment of my imagination or not, but I inexplicably got the sense from my mother's tone that she was actually enjoying this. Adela looked at me with a pitiful expression. The corners of her eyes began turning red, as if she would burst into tears the next second if I didn't agree to her proposal.

I was a little irritated and held my breath in my chest. Finally, I swallowed my annoyance and gave in. "All right. Mom, please send someone to clean that place."

Mom had agreed instantly, her expression was strange. She shot me a pointed look and hurriedly

didn't know what to say to her. She had rescued me and I should be grateful to her. But when my mind flashed back to Crystal's solitary fleeing figure, my mood

with some food. My chest and arms were bandaged heavily, leaving me unable to

hesitated for a few seconds. I believed that since we were mates, it would be a good idea to become familiar with each other before getting married.

find it troublesome," I said

so overjoyed that her face seemed to glow and

and she didn't seem timid at

soup to feed me. I instinctively turned my head away, as I didn't like strangers entering my personal space, even though the

in her hand quivering in time with the rest of

my inner discomfort and indifferently