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.

knowing what to do. Emotions were far more complicated to deal with than political

anymore," Omar insisted. "Just take it as a hallucination and forget about it." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

in a low voice, "How do

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 excited. Instead, it was like

words had planted a seed of doubt in me. It was true that when I had first found Adela,

and raucous than if they had been

it wrong, though. The Moon Goddess' guidance and the unusually fast

never wanted her. In fact, I preferred

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 sight pissed

don't have any appetite. Just leave it there, and I'll

to say something. In the end, she thought better of it. She glanced between the tray and me, her tear-stained eyes filled with disappointment.