The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 184

Sylvia's POV:

I turned my eyes back to Rufus and buried my face into his chest. "I know. I just think that the gray wolf was rather intelligent. And I just realize it's a she-wolf."

"Okay," Rufus replied, but he seemed indifferent about it.

"She might be pregnant," I added. "Guess how I knew that."

"Okay, how did you know?" Rufus obliged with a gentle smile.

"That gray wolf was trying to protect her belly at all times, even during your last attack. Even in her last moment, she still tried to protect her belly." I gave Rufus my analysis of the situation. "If she wasn't pregnant, then why would she desperately move her belly away and expose her neck to her enemy?"

"I suppose you're right." Rufus scooped me up and changed the subject. "How's your arm? Does it hurt?"

I shook my head and absentmindedly wrapped my arms around his neck. For some reason, I felt a little depressed. "When that gray wolf dies, the wild wolves would probably just choose a new alpha for themselves, right? Like you said, it's the law of the jungle..."

Rufus paused and gave my forehead a kiss. "Do you feel guilty?"

"It's not that..." I knotted my eyebrows, trying to gather how I truly felt. It felt like losing someone of my own kind. But I nestled my nose into Rufus ' chest and filled my lungs with his familiar scent to calm me down. "Oh, forget it. That gray wolf wanted to kill us anyway. This is simply her consequence."

By the time we walked out of the forbidden forest, Rufus' subordinates were already waiting for us.

Rufus placed me down gently into his black limousine and had us taken back to the palace.

After treating my wounds and giving me something to eat, Rufus lulled me into a nap.

When I woke up, it was already very dark. I was alone in bed.

Scratching my head and rubbing my eyes, I sat up from under the quilt. As soon as I hopped out of bed, the door creaked open.

Rufus walked in wearing his loose pajamas. His hair was damp and his body was still steaming a little bit from the shower, blurring his usual rigid and cold demeanor and making him look softer.