The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1162

Sally's POV:

The boy's face was smooth and tender, much like one of those porcelain dolls displayed on shop windows. A pink scar ran down his cheek, but it was no big deal. It was healing, anyway. Considering the physical constitution of werewolves, it should completely disappear in no time.

Most importantly, however, the boy had an uncanny resemblance to the man I had been dreaming of— the lycan king.

I never told anyone about my fantasies, though. I didn't dare to. Especially since the boss seemed to loathe the lycan king.

If they found out that I desired him, they would definitely brand me as a traitor.

But this boy... This boy was a pleasant surprise. He already looked so handsome at such a young age. I was sure he would grow up to be a heartbreaker. Maybe he would look exactly like the lycan king then.

If I could keep him...

Oh, Goddess! I should stop thinking about it now, or blood would spurt out of my nose.

"Didn't you say that the child is disfigured? How come he isn't ugly at all?!" Jack pushed his red mask aside and peered at the boy in a mix of wonder and rage. The information we got was incorrect. That was a big deal in our line of business. It might just be a little slip to most people, but this kind of carelessness could have severe consequences.

We had been told that the boy had been extremely deformed while he clearly looked perfectly fine. Something else must be going on beneath the surface.

But we didn't have to worry about this. Our boss would take care of this matter. In any case, the boy had already stepped into our domain. He couldn't be allowed to get out alive.

The child cowered in fear when he heard that. His eyes welled up with fresh tears. Vaguely, I thought that those big, beautiful eyes were exactly like my prince charming's. My heart softened at the sight of them. He was so young. He just needed to gain a few more years, and he would be the exact replica of the lycan king.

"Hold up, it might not be as bad as you think," Arthur calmly interjected. "We haven't acquired a lot of goods lately. It would be harder to explain if we kill more. It would be better to let him live for now. We should probably cut off his limbs, though. We won't have to worry about a cripple running away then." He was always quiet and reserved, but he was also the cleverest and most ruthless one among us.

Truth be told, I feared Arthur more than Jack. That was why I seldom contradict him. I was afraid of retaliation.

Jack pondered Arthur's suggestion for a while, and then nodded his assent. "Okay, but let's do it now. Otherwise, this brat might come up with other tricks."

I stared at the boy's delicate face and struggled with myself. In the end, I opened my mouth and blurted out, "Wait! There's no hurry, right? I have some ideas of my own."