The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1099

Adela's POV:

I was taken aback by the sound of a child's voice. I turned around and saw a gorgeous little girl standing in the doorway. Her white dress and lustrous blond curls made her look like a cherub.

She looked anything but angelic at the moment, though. The little one stood with her hands akimbo, her teeth bared as she glared at me in unmistakable animosity.

I felt embarrassed by her clear, bright gaze. I quickly shifted away from Rufus, buttoning my shirt as I went. Then, I grabbed the stockings I had discarded on the floor and stuffed them into my pocket.

When I raised my head again, I found that she-wolf who had been dead set on keeping me away from Rufus was standing beside the little girl. She shot me a knowing look, not even bothering to hide the mockery in her eyes.

From what I had heard from the guards, she was the Alpha from the border pack. She was touted to be a capable and fierce fighter. I believed them, especially given the deformity on her face. And I was convinced that her character was just as flawed.

I didn't know how long the child and the she-wolf had been there. Did they see me trying to seduce Rufus? The bitch had been against me since the first night we met. I had no doubt she must be laughing at my foiled attempt.

I lowered my head and tried to appear mortified. Then I peeked at Rufus through my lashes and noticed some color in his cheeks. It seemed that he was even more embarrassed than I was. He lifted the blankets, getting out of bed to put on his coat. Although his expression didn't change much, I managed to catch a glimpse of the telltale bulge in his crotch.

I felt better in an instant, knowing that anyone who saw it would inevitably presume that something was going on between us.

I tried not to smirk in satisfaction. Judging by Rufus ' scowl, he was probably mad about that bold she-wolf barging into his room without warning. Rufus was the lycan king, after all. He might have been able to overlook a single occurrence, but if it happened twice or thrice, it was a blatant breach in etiquette. It only made sense that he punished the wench.