The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1194

Rufus' POV:

I had never eavesdropped before, but at this moment, I felt such a strong urge that I couldn't ignore it. It prompted me to listen in on the pink-masked she-wolf.

I didn't require much effort to get close to the room where the she-wolf and the boy were. I found a cracked open window and cautiously lowered my head to observe what was happening inside.

The first thing I spotted was the she-wolf's back. She was bent over the bed and putting something on it.

A dingy bulb cast a dim glow around the room. The kidnapped boy was lying on a mid-sized bed.

I watched the she-wolf as she tucked the boy in and then leaned to whisper into his ear, "Little boy, I have got on Lee's bad side for you. Do you know that? That was Lee we're talking about! You had better remember that you owe me a huge favor. You will have to repay me. You have to treat me like your mother, earn me a lot of money, and bring me many young, handsome, and strong men. Do you understand?"

I automatically sneered when I heard this.

What a dumb she-wolf!

She could have taken advantage of this boy to achieve more meaningful things, but she only wanted money and men.

As I was about to start listening to her again, she suddenly got to her feet and walked toward the window.

I thought she had spotted me and immediately pulled myself back up on the roof beam, but she just locked the window.

I heaved a sigh of relief, after which I heard rustling footsteps in the room. Sometime later, I heard the she-wolf shut the door.

I looked down and saw her leaving.

I didn't get off the rafter until I was certain she was out of sight and no one else was wandering nearby.

Just as I expected, the door was locked.

I could have easily broken down the door with brute force, but I was worried that guards might be stationed nearby. If they became alerted, the consequences would be dire.

I wasn't afraid of them, but I had to consider the boy's safety.

I studied the keyhole, wanting to figure out how to open the lock without tipping off the others.

I didn't know why, but for some reason, I felt a strange sense of familiarity as I looked at the keyhole.