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.

made Crystal pout. She opened her mouth, but I interrupted her before she could say anything. "Take

room with a report. "Your Majesty,

walked up to the guard and

instructions. When we were done, I turned around to find Crystal staring at me, her eyes wide with amazement. "So you are the lycan king!"

was still in a bit of a daze as I took the fresh

a little, but

time she had ever shown me anything close

the porridge,

bad for her to turn into a Simpleton,

she was looking at me in ways

thank

me this way. If anything, she would mock and make fun of me at every chance she

what exactly is a lycan king?" Crystal suddenly asked, breaking through my

I had

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

point in arguing with a silly woman. I repeated the thought in my head

finished your meal yet. I'll resume feeding

her temper. She snatched away the bowl

and watch her finish her bowl. She was just like

she never recovered? What

stayed this way for the rest

Well, so