The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

Glancing at the speechless Rufus, I smiled awkwardly and quickly explained to Beryl, "Er, well, you see-Mommy and Daddy had a big fight at that time, so Mommy said those things in anger. The truth is that your daddy is not dead. The man in front of you is your daddy-your real daddy!"

Beryl looked Rufus up and down for a long time before it finally clicked. "Oh! So he's my real daddy? Not a fake one?"

I was amused by her cuteness. "Yes, honey. He's your real daddy."

"Okay, I got it!" Beryl quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and turned to look at Rufus with a big smile. "Daddy!"

Rufus was a little stunned. It seemed that he didn't expect Beryl to be so straightforward. A hint of panic flashed through his eyes, but there was a certain softness to them, too.

Smiling, I touched Beryl's soft hair and pointed at Laura, asking, "If he's your daddy, then who is she?"

Beryl tilted her head and scratched her chin. "She's..."

She paused for a moment and then broke into a huge grin. "Grandma!"

Laura was pleasantly surprised. She quickly sat down next to Beryl and started feeding her enthusiastically, relieved to have finally been recognized. Beryl beamed at her

and Rufus laugh. I sat aside and watched them with a

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should've been happy, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something

Beryl woke up, she had called me Sylvia. That alone put me on high

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tucking her in and leaving the bedside lamp on, I patted Beryl's hand and sang her a lullaby to help

of story would you like to hear? A scary one?" I asked with a smile, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Anything,"

time, in a wonderful forest, the annual party was underway. All the animals were busy preparing for the banquet. When night fell, everyone gathered in a circle around the stage. The first performance was by a peacock, who gracefully danced around like a ballerina, swaying like willow branches in the breeze. The crowd broke into loud applause. Feeling jealous, the bear charged onto the stage and stood in the center,

Beryl slowly closed her

gently pat her hand, and unknowingly, I slowly became

big bear's performance was so terrible

dragged him offstage

out with

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