The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Adela's POV:

Faced with Rufus' question, I couldn't help but get flustered. His sharp gazed pierced right through me, sending a chill down my spine. Lying to the supreme lycan king was no different from committing suicide. I couldn't afford to make even the tiniest mistake on the most obscure detail.

After some thought, I decided it would be best to tell him the truth. I was quite bad at lying, and he would be able to uncover it easily.

"No, it wasn't me who helped you, Your Majesty. I simply found you under the cliff." I spoke in a hushed voice and observed Rufus' reaction through my lashes.

His face didn't change much; he had been frowning since I came in. Another wave of sadness washed over as I was reminded yet again that he didn't like me that much.

an eternity. I started to bristle where

situation. What if Rufus refused to marry me because of this? It had taken

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

"You may leave."

time. I looked up at him, feeling a little relieved. Surely, that mean that he was still willing to marry me, right? Otherwise, he would have pursued the matter. I didn't have the courage to ponder it further. "Yes, Your Majesty," I answered cautiously. "Please have

nodded once, and then turned to look out the window, his expression

him, since such chances were few and far in between. But I knew I should cut my losses for today, or I might disgust Rufus. Anyway, he had promised to marry me, so there should be plenty

had been spared to develop the place. Even the steps were made of finest marble. Despite being a little desolate due to being unoccupied for a long time, I had high

wasn't sure whether I could stay in the same room Rufus had used. If I could, then I would be over the moon. If not, maybe I could plead with him

admiring the decor and every single piece of ornament in place. They would belong to me one day,