The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

As usual, Adela brought dinner for me. She would prepare something different each time, and she had never served me soup again. It seemed that my sudden burst of temper that day had scarred her. "Your Majesty, please try this beef stew. I made it myself." Adela's voice was overly sweet as she set the dish and tableware in front of me. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Besides the stew, there was also a small array of exquisite pastries. I eyed them blankly, vaguely thinking that they were all my favorite. My restless heart slowed its pace. Even though Adela was weak, she was earnest. She must have studied the things that I liked in order to cater to me better.

Maybe Omar was right, and I should be more patient. Adela was my destined mate, after all, brought to me by the Moon Goddess herself. Maybe I just wasn't used to having her around yet, just as Omar had said.

I picked up a fork and scraped a piece of dessert, putting it into my mouth. My lips twisted as soon as the pastry touched my tongue.

Adela reacted immediately. "What's wrong?" she asked in what sounded to me like a cautious voice. "Does it taste bad?"

I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head. "No, it tastes good."

The problem was that it tasted nothing like I imagined, like I expected to be.

My brain seemed to stutter at the thought. Once more, I felt that familiar suffocating sensation, and the white mist blanketed my mind yet again.

as I tried to make sense of the chaos raging inside my head. Have I had this

a resounding no. I didn't like sweets.

favorite just now, as if I'd been devouring

glanced at the other dishes on the table. I hated avocado the most, but when it was first laid

had brought me some durian, which I'd eaten without hesitation only to puke it up

was going on? Had I lost bits

memory that lingered in the outskirts of my mind, I would suddenly have this excruciating headache. This meant that I was ill, didn't it? But the doctor had told me that nothing

agreed.

feeling that whatever memory I'd lost was very important. I must get it back at

in my head was fanning my impulse to rage and destroy. I tried to think of

would I even look for it? I didn't even have the first clue what it was! That scent had only appeared in my dream, leaving the faintest ghost of its trail to

was being split open. I shot up to my feet and staggered away

was instantly next to

filled with panic.

keep her away from me, but couldn't utter a single word. My brain hurt like hell, like dozens of hammers were clobbering it simultaneously, robbing me of the ability to speak, let

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