The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

"Who do you think you are to say something like that?"

I looked down my nose at Crystal, who bristled in front of me. For the first time, her meddling put me in a good mood.

I did my best to hide it, though, and maintained my cold manner toward her. "You are in no position to tell me who I can and cannot marry. Adela is the mate designated to me by the Moon Goddess. And you? You are nothing to me."

Crystal looked stunned and helpless by my words. She then let out a short, angry sigh, looking like a cat whose tail I had just trampled on. "Yes, that's right!" she burst out angrily. "It is indeed not my place to interfere with your personal affairs. You can take care of it yourself! Let's see what will happen in a month's time!"

Then she turned on her heel and stomped away.

I had lost count of the times she had walked out on me before I'd even dismissed her. And that tone of hers just now, it was certainly no way to talk to her king.

By all rights, I should be outraged by her defiance, but oddly enough, I wasn't. In all honestly, I didn't find anything wrong with her attitude. But I did know that if it had been someone else, I would have made sure that they never had the chance to speak to me like that again.

Crystal opened the door to leave the kitchen, and I felt a tug at my chest. I didn't want us to part ways so soon.

I didn't want Crystal to misunderstand my intentions and think badly of me. And so, before I even knew what I was doing, I blurted out,

Crystal pause, but only for a brief

was gone, sinking in that inexplicable sense of regret that

that Crystal had bewitched me. It was the only plausible reason why I was

that cursed dream rushed back into my mind, sweeping me back into the illusion. It hit me, then, that the voice of the girl in my dream had an uncanny similarity to that

gasp escaped my lips. I shook my head in denial, and tried

girl appeared in my vision again, but this time, she finally had a face. My heart stuttered at the sight of

The girl had her hands on her hips as she berated

mole in the

one of her eyes.

head again, unable to keep up with the questions and

shifted.

me and said, "Rufus, you're going to be

in my chest in tandem to the pounding in

"No... Stop

in a