Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 1093 Food Was Terrible

Rufus’ POV:

As usual, Adela brought dinner for me. She would prepare something different each time, and she had never served me soup again. It seemed that my sudden burst of temper that day had scarred her.

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“Your Majesty, please try this beef stew. I made it myself.” Adela’s voice was overly sweet as she set the dish and table ware in front of me.

Besides the stew, there was also a small array of exquisite pastries. I eyed them blankly, vaguely thinking that they were all my favorite. My restless heart slowed its pace. Even though Adela was weak, she was earnest. She must have studied the things that I liked in order to cater to me better.

Maybe Omar was right, and I should be more patient. Adela was my destined mate, after all, brought to me by the Moon Goddess herself. Maybe I just wasn’t used to having her around yet, just as Omar had said.

I picked up a fork and scraped a piece of dessert, putting it into my mouth. My lips twisted as soon as the pastry touched my tongue.

small array of exquisite pastries. I eyed them blankly, vaguely thinking that they were all my favorite. My restless heart slowed its pace. Even though Adela was weak, she was earnest. She must have studied the things that I liked in order to cater to me

right, and I should be more patient. Adela was my destined mate, after all, brought to me by the Moon Goddess herself. Maybe I just wasn’t used to having her around yet, just

of dessert, putting it into my mouth. My lips

immediately. “What’s wrong?” she asked in what sounded to me like a cautious voice.

a moment before shaking my head. “No,

nothing like I imagined, like I expected

that familiar suffocating sensation, and the white mist blanketed my

my plate as I tried to make sense of the chaos raging inside my head.

a resounding no. I didn’t like sweets. Never

think that it was my favorite just now, as if I’d been devouring the damn thing my whole

glanced at the other dishes on the table. I hated avocado the most, but

wrong with me? This wasn’t the first time something like this happened, either. Last time, my mother had brought me some durian, which I’d eaten without hesitation only to puke it up in the next second. Yet all the while, I had

on? Had I lost bits of my memory

to dredge up things from the past, but as expected, my head started to ache again. Every time I tried to reach for a memory that lingered in the outskirts of my mind, I would suddenly have this excruciating headache.

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