The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

Rufus' question made me nervous. "Why do you ask that? Should I recall something? Or are you hiding something from me?"

"No. I'm just worried about you." His expression changed instantly. He obviously didn't want to continue this topic.

As I observed his frustrated expression, happiness unfurled inside me. He was still the same man he was five years ago. Sometimes he was as innocent as a little boy behind closed doors. When he was with his mate, he became guileless, which made me feel bad for teasing him.

"Remember to come back to sleep tonight. We are mates, so we should share a bed." I giggled craftily and patted the empty side of the bed on purpose. "I'll warm the bed for you tonight."

Anyway, Rufus became an emotionless robot when he started working. He would stay up almost all night. By the time he returned, I would be fast asleep, so I didn't have to worry about giving myself away.

"You should pay more attention to your health. Don't push yourself so much. There will always be work to be done, but when you're exhausted, you can't do anything," I said. To further show my sincerity, I even patted his hand hypocritically. "Right now, you're young and feel that it's okay to stay up late. But if you fall ill and your illness is not completely cured, you will suffer in your old age."

Rufus laughed. "You're right. I'm going to listen to you."

I nodded. I was happy and was going to say something more, but Rufus spoke first.

turn in early tonight." He lifted the quilt and lay down

After all, I was the one who had asked him to sleep early and pointed out that

had no choice but to

off the lights. His breath was so

muddled. As I thought about how Rufus was lying beside me and within arm's reach, my heart raced and was overcome by the impulse to

and be intimate with him,

helplessly. Just as sleep was about

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ignored him, pretending to be sleeping, but Rufus once again asked, "Are you really

to me,

closer 't help but think that

rate sped up.

to steal a

that

my cheek and his pleasant scent tickled my nostrils. Then he reached out to stroke my

anticipating his