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.

Emotions were far

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My heart didn't even beat faster! I thought I would be all flushed and excited. Instead, it was like all my adrenaline had gone. Is it really how it is with mates? Did the Moon Goddess make a mistake? Or was it you,

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

euphoric and raucous than if they had been drunk out of

couldn't have gotten it wrong, though. The Moon Goddess' guidance and the unusually fast healing of my wounds were enough proof that Adela was indeed my

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

dress making her look so pure and innocent. Even so, I didn't feel any stirring of desire inside

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it. She glanced between the