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.

feet and heading towards my room to unpack my luggage. It was a long journey and I was tired, but I had to keep myself busy before the party. I was rummaging through my clothes when I caught sight

having our presence near each other’s premises would have us smelling each other’s unique scent.

that I didn’t come across Rufus during our palace tour, or my

fear. I was all over the place for a moment that I hurriedly covered my real scent using witchcraft. Not content with

pleased that I no longer smelled like my usual self, a knock came reverberating from the door. I opened it

thought of them made me sad, but I knew that the sooner my business here got dealt with, the sooner I would get back to my babies. I prepped myself before going to

I stud*ied his expression for any subtle change. Perhaps it was the magic coupled with the perfume I drenched myself in that Warren hadn’t sensed

didn’t change much, but he looked more mature, more

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

much as possible, I wanted to avoid meeting him, but I didn’t expect that Ben, who happened to lead a werewolf into the banquet hall, saw me first the

even manage to lift a finger to stop him, the guard greeted Warren warmly, attracting the latter’s

in my gut. It slowly occurred to

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, “Hello. I’m Warren Morgan, Alpha of