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

on the slide. He was constantly giggling. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

were highly focused when they played and unrestrained when they were having fun. Sometimes, he was even more adventurous than his sister. I sat

mood lifted again because of Arron, and I

an hour later, he emerged from behind the flowering shrubs and ran up to me, out

"Mommy, let's go home."

was stuck to his forehead

Arron nodded and rubbed his belly. "But mommy, my tummy is

him into

played with Arron for a while and read him a few stories. It was only then that he finally

his pillow and waited for

with his big eyes, Arron tilted his head a little and sweetly asked, "Mommy, how long

become normal again? I miss her, lan,

through me

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I patted his cheek and asked him in

shyly covered half

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

him in again

of the quilt and held my hand. "Mommy, I'm fine. It's okay. I can adjust to this place. I've