The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

Arron threw himself into Crystal's arms and proceeded to act like a spoiled child. Crystal was obviously at a loss. She raised her hands, as though afraid that she might hurt the boy if she touched him.

I had already told my mother about Crystal's condition, but it seemed that she had left the children in the dark. Arron was happily cuddling his mother's chest, his eyes closed, his lips curled into a smile. I looked at his innocent little face and felt a pang in my heart. I wasn't sure how he would handle the truth of the situation.

"I'm sorry, but I had no choice," my mother said helplessly as she walked up to me. "The little guy has been asking to see his mommy so early in the morning. I couldn't stop him. Go on, join them. Help Crystal out. You can't let Arron find out so soon, it will break his heart."

"I know," I nodded and approached the mother and son.

As soon as I came into her field of vision, Crystal shot me a look that could only be described as a plea for help. She pointed a finger at Arron, who was still burrowing in her embrace, and mouthed, "Who is this kid? He is so cute! Where is his mother?"

I chuckled under my breath, then covered it up with a cough. I leaned close and whispered in her ear, "This is your son, Arron. You are his mother. So, don't be so cold to him. He will feel hurt." Crystal's eyes widened as she processed my words. She tried to pat Arron in the back, still looking lost and confused.

are you feeling better now?" Arron finally

to pat him in an awkward manner and mustered

his hands on her mother's knees. He stared into Crystal's eyes, his voice filled with grievance as he asked, "Mommy, why are you acting so

his eyes as he added, "Are you mad at me? Mommy, do you think I'm a

Crystal hurriedly gathered the boy in her arms and tried to comfort him, though her eyes kept darting back and forth. She was

mommy is still recovering. Come

the boy only shook his head and tightened his grip on Crystal's

your mommy." I could hear the satisfaction in my voice, which earned me a

interaction started

handled Arron like she would a small, delicate animal. Gradually, her caresses became

arms. There was a motherly quality to Crystal's

them with an inward sigh. Such was the power of family

then. I was going to ask Arron to