The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Adela's POV:

I never imagined that Rufus would suddenly get a headache and pass out. The thought that something was wrong with the food crossed my mind, terrifying me. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But later, I discovered that Rufus only had a headache, and there was no sign of food poisoning, so I felt greatly relieved. I wanted to call the doctor, but Rufus quickly reined himself in and fell asleep. As I traced his face with my eyes, I was suddenly struck with a selfish thought. I had always wanted to spend time alone with him and was now presented with an opportunity.

I didn't summon anyone, but instead I just shut the door and helped Rufus get into bed. I intended to take care of him by myself.

Rufus was not as severe when he was sleeping. His eyes were relaxed and the lines around them were softer. I crouched on the edge of the bed and gazed at him obsessively. My heart was racing. I had never thought that I would be able to get so close to the noblest werewolf in the empire one day. In the near future, we were going to get married and have a more intimate relationship.

As I considered this, my heart quivered. I extended my hand and meekly brushed my fingers over his delicate features. He was the most gorgeous werewolf I'd ever laid my eyes on. I hoped that our children would inherit his appearance.

was so intense that I couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped my lips. I couldn't wait for that

was not content with just watching him, so I took off my shoes and coat and got on the bed. I lay beside him and

flowing inside me, so I could only bite my lower lip and rub my thighs together. My underwear was soon getting slightly wet. If

at this moment. His

having a nightmare again.

and called his name softly. Our lips were only inches apart. I desperately wanted to kiss him if possible, but I had spent all my courage. I would

on the edge of the bed, and my other hand wandered all the way from his chest to his face. His angular chin, straight nose, deep eyes, and a pair of stunning eyebrows all matched my

called him again,

eyelashes were fluttering. His face was contorted

and my breath fanned across his face. I tried my best to subdue the impulse to