The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

The girl's presence immediately calmed my pouncing head. Even my soul felt warm just by having her close.

A faint voice inside my head told me that it was time to wake up.

And so, I opened my eyes, only to flinch and squint from the bright light that flooded the room. It took me a while to finally get adjusted and take in my surroundings.

The clock on the wall said that it was just a little after eight in the morning. I had no idea how it happened, but I was back in my former palace. Despite my slight confusion, I felt refreshed and at peace for the first time in as long as I could remember.

A soft, rustling sound broke through my thoughts, and I turned to see a petite woman sleeping soundly next to me. I must have disturbed her when I'd moved earlier. She had her back to me as she burrowed deeper into the blankets. It was an adorable sight, one that I wouldn't mind seeing every morning.

I basked in the knowledge that this she-wolf was my wife.

And then the confusion washed over me again. Did I ever have a wife?

Deep in my heart, I had this sincerity that I had a mate whom I loved deeply. We had been married for several years, and were utterly devoted to each other.

I leaned over and turned her toward me, desperate to see her face. But all her features blurred in my vision.

did I realize that

foreign to me at all. It terrified me a little. The remaining sense in me urged

"Rufus."

on her tongue. She reached for me, her slender arms snaking around my neck as she nuzzled her head against my chest. That sweet, familiar scent instantly came over me, taking over my senses. I felt

no, it wasn't a dream at

not now. Instead, I took her face in my hands and kissed her. The touch of her tongue against mine immediately lit me on fire. It was a wonderful sensation, and all téo familiar, as though I

felt the she-wolf pause in surprise for one brief moment, but she soon kissed me

it wasn't nearly long enough.

my chest. "You're doing it again," she said in a cute, begrudging voice. "Once you start,

words seemed to

in me, and before

of force into my embrace, as if I wanted to crush her. And I did feel that impulse, to crush her against me and become one with her so that we would never

"Why

Are you still

hooked it around my waist. I acted on reflex, pulling her by the

between our

swallowed a lump in my throat and tried to say something, but no words came out of