The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

Due to the sudden and intense pain, the bowl fell from my hand and shattered on the floor.

Startled by the noise, Crystal rushed over to me. She was so clumsy that she tripped on her own feet a couple of times.

In the end, she practically fell onto me.

Thankfully, I acted quickly and caught her before she did any more damage to herself.

"You scared me just now," Crystal said as she patted her chest. I watched her face as she realized that she was in my arms, and the alluring shade of pink creep into her cheeks. She pushed me away.

I didn't know whether to be amused or angry. But my headache did fade at her touch.

Then again, this she-wolf was proving to be more troublesome than a simple headache.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Seeing that I stayed in place, Crystal tried approaching me again. "Are you all right? Do you need a doctor?"

"No." I shook my head. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Still, it might be good to get a check -up. Ask the doctor to prescribe some medicine. Who knows, you might have an underlying disease."

I was in turmoil. Even in this state, she was still concerned about me.

She reached out to touch my forehead, but I gently pushed her hand away. "You should be worrying about yourself first," I said in the lightest tone I could muster.

but I interrupted her before she could say anything.

came into the room with a report. "Your Majesty, there are

up to the guard and took

turned around to find Crystal staring at me, her eyes wide with amazement. "So you are the lycan king!"

of a daze as I took the fresh bowl of porridge that

me a little, but it

she had ever shown me anything

the porridge,

her to

at me in

thank

have never treated me this way. If anything, she would mock and make fun of

a lycan king?" Crystal suddenly asked, breaking

notion I had

my head to look at her. Crystal still had that same look of

I repeated the thought in my head and

it's too complicated. It's hard to explain. Here, you haven't finished your meal yet. I'll

lost her temper. She snatched away the bowl from my hand and sat down to

watch her finish her bowl.

she never recovered?

this way

life? Well, so what,