The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

Adela fell two steps back, the expression on her face tight and awkward. "Well, then. I'll go and change my clothes."

She dashed out the door without a backward glance.

Rufus said nothing and continued to cuddle Beryl, coaxing his little girl out of her sulk.

Thinking that something like this might happen again, I decided to offer some explanation. "Beryl has rhinitis and doesn't like particularly sharp and strong smells. She especially hates the smell of jasmine."

"I see." Rufus raised his head to shoot me a cold look.

I touched my nose and averted my eyes, unsure of what to do next. He had been aloof toward me since his recent return. Usually, he would pick on me and mess with me. Now, he didn't even say a single word more than that was necessary.

I ducked my head, feeling dejected. Was he really going to break our bond and marry Adela?

"Don't think too much. Your relationship with him is already long gone." Of course, Yana would pop out only to rub salt on my wound. It didn't help at all.

"You're right," I sighed inwardly.

"If you honestly think I'm right, then you wouldn't look like the world is ending. Cheer up and be

I just laugh, then?" I let

that

that she had retouched her makeup, though. I had to admit, she was more of a fighter than I was. She just never

a lot of delicious snacks here." Adela walked

Beryl glanced

my throat and said, "Beryl

To her credit, Adela's smile never

she took out a palm-sized rattle from her pocket and held it up to my daughter. "Look, Beryl. It makes

almost burst out laughing right there and then. Beryl had stopped playing with baby toys when she was just three months old. Was this she-wolf really that stupid, or did

Beryl turned her

closed her eyes and declared, "I'm, five years old, ma'am. I don't play with that kind of toy anymore. If you

face froze. A hint of malice flashed in her eyes

fake wannabe was really a

cheesecake and salty

lap and waddled

my hand in