The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

I followed the pink-masked clown to their employee room and was greeted with the sight of Arron's face as soon as I pushed the door open. I was ecstatic inside, but I didn't dare show it on my face. I forcefully subdued my feelings and just stared at him blankly.

Arron looked unharmed and safe, but the she-wolf's lingering hand on his face made my stomach twist uncomfortably.

"What are you staring at?" The pink-masked clown glared at me and placed the mask back on Arron's face. Impatience laced her voice as she asked, "What the hell are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to leave?"

Arron also shifted his gaze to me. The mask was too big for the little boy, so it hung loose on his face. He had to use his hands to hold the small strings that dangled on both sides of his ears.

I remained quiet and began thinking about a strategy. The pink-masked clown's hand remained on Arron's neck, so I didn't dare to use force, fearing she might hurt my boy.

pink-masked clown asked in a louder voice, her impatience increasing, which left

I took two steps into the room. I couldn't mimic another person's voice, firstly because I had never learned the skill before, and secondly, because I

didn't know what was running through her mind. Suddenly, she dropped the pitch of her voice, and said in a sweet coquettish voice, "Oh, you're upset. Are you angry with me because I haven't let you be

They had an ongoing sexual relationship, which

and turned my head away, thinking that when the clown wasn't

angry. I've

kept quiet, waiting for an

was watching me curiously. I tried to push away my impulse to rush to him

want me now, I'm willing to do it. But

out that she also considered

hand. Then she squeezed my arm, looking baffled. "Why have you lost so

tugged my arm away, covered

shoulder blades.