The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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Crystal was being tortured, not just by one, but by three different kinds of power. Her veins stood out on the back of her hands, and her body continued to burn.

I carried her back to the bed and prepared a basin of water to wipe her with. I needed to get her temperature down first.

No medicine could help her, and from what I had just seen, the painkillers didn't do much, either.

If Crystal's fever continued much longer, her body might burn to ashes before it could explode.

Towels were changed one after another, the basin emptied and refilled repeatedly. The blood curse was so potent that several towels caught sparks of flames as soon as they made contact with her skin. I couldn't even imagine the pain Crystal must be going through.

stains on her body were cleaned, but she was sweating

I was reacting like that, but I was adamant about not letting her die. I refused to even entertain the possibility. If

a loving caress. I didn't know what else to do. How could I comfort her? How

time. I just wish I could be the one in

will hunt him down and chop him into

stir in the pit of my stomach, and the desire to destroy kept building and building up. I hadn't felt this impulse since the

going crazy. How could I suddenly harbor such barbaric thoughts? This cunning witch on the bed must have really cast a spell on me. Why else would I dream about her again and again? And every time I

the towel away

in the next few days. You should get better soon and take advantage of the fine weather. And Arron. You have yet to explain to me why he resembles me so much. Aren't you worried that without you, I would mistreat

I will grant you your freedom. I will never restrain you again.

tug at

over me.