Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 910 Meeting An Old Friend

Crystal’s POV:

I still had an hour left before the banquet commenced. But the time I had left diminished after wasting some; my thoughts drifted far during the tour with the guard.

I had never been away for too long before. I began to wonder what the kids were doing right now. Would they eventually find out that I was not there? Would they misbehave when they did find out I was not around? But in fact, I hadn’t received any call from the pack, reporting how the kids were. With the absence of the calls, I thought it safe to assume the children were doing just fine and there was simply nothing to report.

I missed the kids so much that I wanted to go back to my room, lock myself there and have a video call with the kids before the banquet. It was decided; I spoke out of turn, interrupting the guard.

“Ben, I’m tired. I want to rest first before engaging with the other guests, so I don’t think I want to visit the rest of the palace. You can ask a servant to usher me to the banquet later.”

The guard stud*ied me for a moment before nodding and leaving me be.

a long journey and I was tired, but I had to keep myself busy before the party.

and I were still mates. Just having our presence near each other’s premises would have us

didn’t come across Rufus during our palace tour, or my every attempt at hiding these

hurriedly covered my real scent using witchcraft. Not content with the magic I used, I spritzed perfume all over me like crazy. It

came reverberating from the door. I opened it to see a slightly bowing servant who was sent to inform me that it

the sooner my business here got dealt with, the sooner I would get back to my

Perhaps it was the magic coupled with the perfume I drenched myself in that Warren hadn’t sensed

quick glance at him from up his hair down to his shoes: his appearance didn’t change much, but he looked more mature, more composed, and reserved. Even though he was just standing there, I could judge how he

hallway on my way to the banquet hall. Now that I saw Warren, I was slapped with the fact that over the years, everything had changed. Back then, Warren and I were comrades in arms who competed with each other at the military parade. Time sure didn’t take its time flying because right now, so had our identities changed. Either of us back then would have entertained the idea that we would be attending the military parade as Alpha

Ben, who happened to lead a werewolf into the banquet hall, saw me first the moment he swept his eyes across the crowd. He

could even manage to lift a finger to stop him,

regret of asking his name sink in my gut. It slowly occurred to me how he must have thought that I valued him, and now he was trying his

side glance before treading towards where I was, each step growing colder as he neared me. He slightly bobbed his head to greet me, reaching his hand and saying,