The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Lucy's POV:

I fixed my eyes on Crystal as she paused for a brief second before taking a few more steps forward. She didn't respond to the name I had just called. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She kept walking until she was about to exit the winding gallery, and then she turned to look at me.

"Who were you calling just now?"

Crystal's eyes flashed with surprise behind her mask, and her tone was curious. She almost fooled me.

I mustered a faint smile. "Oh, I called you the wrong name by accident. It's just you suddenly reminded me of an old acquaintance."

"An old friend of yours?" Crystal asked with mild interest.

"Not a friend." My smile widened, and I stared straight into her eyes as I added, "An enemy."

Crystal's expression turned awkward and somewhat apologetic. "I see, I apologize. I shouldn't have pressed you to dig up some bad memories."

I shook my head. "I'm the one who should apologize.

I didn't mean to call you by the wrong name. It's just that your figure is so similar to hers, and I uttered her name without thinking. I hope you don't mind."

waved a hand. "No big deal. Well, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave

"Sure, bye."

smile still in place. As soon as she was out of sight, my face

of mine

indeed Sylvia,

slightly at

hand tightened

was holding as my pent-up hatred swelled in my heart. I never expected Sylvia to still be alive. She was supposed to have been executed after committing such a heinous crime! Not only was she alive, but she had been living a good life, too.

against the floor in a fit

She had somehow managed to fake her death and cover her tracks. Just as I was about to let my

"What's wrong, Mom?"

back to my senses to see Firman's worried face in

heels and reached out to stroke his hair. "Mom is fine, so don't worry about

then shot me a quizzical look. "I have a

it?" I asked

pursed lips. "I didn't make those desserts at all. You ordered a

like the softest silk, and I ran my fingers through them every

wanted

you, Firman. You were a