The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

The raging anger in my heart was instantly extinguished by Arron's soft sweet voice. I reached out and pinched his soft chubby cheek. With a smile, I said, "Mommy is not angry. Well... Sweetie, how about going to the garden for a walk? It looks like a lot of stars will be visible tonight. After we come back from watching the stars, mommy will read you a story."

"Okay! Mommy, you're the best!" He reached out and grabbed my hand, rubbing it like a kitten.

My heart softened and I pushed all my negative thoughts aside.

As I calmed down, I pondered for a while. Maybe Laura had just voiced a thought and didn't really mean to take Beryl and Arron away from me.

She had been of immense assistance to me in these past few years. I couldn't believe that she would really do something so selfish and cruel to me. So, there was no need for me to lose my temper just because she loved her grandchildren.

I grabbed Arron's hand and took him to a small garden in front of the palace. Only a few flowers remained in this season. We were surrounded by trees with yellow and dry leaves, but the view of the night sky was not bad.

Arron was very excited. Every time I brought him to the garden, he would romp around like a wild horse with no rein.

There was a slide in the garden. Laura knew that Arron came here often, so she had it constructed for him.

Arron ran around and screamed like a lot of other

when he was alone on the slide. He was constantly giggling. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

they played and unrestrained when they were having fun. Sometimes, he was even more adventurous than

the sky. My mood lifted again because of Arron, and I got a chance to

the flowering shrubs and ran up to

"Mommy, let's go home."

With a smile, I smoothed down his hair, which was stuck to his forehead

rubbed his belly.

into my arms. "Then let's go back and

with Arron for a while and read him a few stories. It

placed the book back next to his pillow and waited

and sweetly asked, "Mommy, how long will we continue staying at the imperial palace?" My expression froze. "Sweetie, what's wrong? Don't you like

When will Beryl become normal again? I

through me

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to leave. I patted his cheek and asked him in a

cheeks turned red and he shyly covered

palace that you had in the border pack. You're confined here, and you have to bandage your face. Sweetie, just hang on for a little While longer. We

him in again

the quilt and held my hand. "Mommy, I'm fine. It's okay. I can adjust to this place. I've just noticed that you're unhappy here and