The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

I placed a hand over my chest. I could feel the hammering of my heart, even as I thought of the scent that wrapped around me last night. It was intoxicating, though I couldn't seem to find the words to describe it. It felt like my memory was draped in a hazy white mist, keeping me from reaching that one thing that had stripped me of all control.

"Didn't you sense anything from Adela?" Omar asked.

I shook my head. "I'm not sure. I only remember the feeling when the scent comes to me, but I can't even figure out what it is, exactly."

Omar snorted. "Oh, I think I understand now," he mocked. "It's all just a dream. As for me, I was out like a light at the time, so I felt nothing."

I pursed my lips and took a deep breath. I didn't understand. Once wolves found their mates, their distinct scents were etched into each other. It was a unique connection that tethered their very souls to each other. It was impossible to forget the scent of one's mate. Unless, perhaps, if one found their mate in a dream, and had wild, crazy sex with them in an illusion.

do. Emotions were far more complicated to deal with

as a hallucination and forget about it." S~ᴇaʀᴄh

moment and asked him in a low voice, "How

I don't feel anything. I admit, I was bewildered at first. Is this really what my mate is like? I used to imagine that meeting our mate would be a momentous event. I didn't expect it to be so mundane. My heart didn't even beat faster! I thought I would be all flushed and

planted a seed of doubt in me. It was true that when I had first found Adela, I wasn't the least bit overjoyed. Instead, I

been more euphoric and raucous than if they had been drunk out of their wits. But what about me? How come I didn't feel

Moon Goddess' guidance and the unusually fast healing

never wanted her. In fact, I preferred that she stayed as far

then, Adela came back with a new tray of food. She had changed into clean clothes, too, her white dress making her look so pure and innocent. Even so, I didn't feel any stirring of desire inside me. If anything, the

it

the tray and me, her