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.

Arron finally raised his head to look

pat him in an awkward manner

up by supporting his hands on her mother's knees. He stared into Crystal's eyes, his voice filled with grievance as

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

are the most obedient son anyone could ask for." Crystal hurriedly gathered the boy in her arms and tried to comfort him, though

my throat. "Arron, your mommy is still recovering.

shook his head and tightened his grip on Crystal's shirt.

I could hear

interaction started out

Arron like she would a small, delicate

was a motherly quality to Crystal's gaze that almost made me forget she wasn't the old Crystal

with an inward sigh. Such was the power of

a decision then. I was going to ask