The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sally's POV:

The boy's face was smooth and tender, much like one of those porcelain dolls displayed on shop windows. A pink scar ran down his cheek, but it was no big deal. It was healing, anyway. Considering the physical constitution of werewolves, it should completely disappear in no time.

Most importantly, however, the boy had an uncanny resemblance to the man I had been dreaming of the lycan king.

I never told anyone about my fantasies, though. I didn't dare to. Especially since the boss seemed to loathe the lycan king.

If they found out that I desired him, they would definitely brand me as a traitor.

But this boy... This boy was a pleasant surprise. He already looked so handsome at such a young age. I was sure he would grow up to be a heartbreaker. Maybe he would look exactly like the lycan king then. If I could keep him...

Oh, Goddess! I should stop thinking about it now, or blood would spurt out of my nose.

"Didn't you say that the child is disfigured? How come he isn't ugly at all?!" Jack pushed his red mask aside and peered at the boy in a mix of wonder and rage. The information we got was incorrect. That was a big deal in our line of business. It might just be a little slip to most people, but this kind of carelessness could have severe consequences.

boy had been extremely deformed while he clearly looked perfectly fine. Something else

matter. In any case, the boy had already

the kid up and down before glancing at us. "Don't you think

but none of

doofuses would figure it out sooner or later, and when they did, the boy might not

pieces together, so I hurriedly said, "Good-looking children all look the

Unfortunately, Arthur was unwilling

narrowed his eyes. "Well, at the very least, he should look like his parents. Maybe I know them? I'm pretty sure I've

remember where."

hurry up and

his knife. "It doesn't matter what he looks like. Since the contact who sent him here lied to us, then the deal can no longer push through. We must kill this boy, or

welled up with fresh tears. Vaguely, I

like my

so young. He just needed to gain a few more years, and he would be the exact replica