The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1093

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.

"Your Majesty, please try this beef stew. I made it myself." Adela's voice was overly sweet as she set the dish and tableware 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.

Adela reacted immediately. "What's wrong?" she asked in what sounded to me like a cautious voice. "Does it taste bad?"

I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head. "No, it tastes good."

The problem was that it tasted nothing like I imagined, like I expected to be.

My brain seemed to stutter at the thought. Once more, I felt that familiar suffocating sensation, and the white mist blanketed my mind yet again.

I stared at the dessert on my plate as I tried to make sense of the chaos raging inside my head. Have I had this dessert before?

The answer was a resounding no. I didn't like sweets. Never ate the stuff.

But where would I even look for it? I didn't even have the first clue what it was! That scent had only appeared in my dream, leaving the faintest ghost of its trail to keep my yearning alive.

I felt like my head was being split open. I shot up to my feet and staggered away from the table, desperately looking for that scent that probably didn't even exist.

Adela was instantly next to me, her face filled with panic. She reached for my arm, but her proximity caused her disgusting scent to assault my senses, aggravating my pain even further. I forcefully shook her off and tried to roar at her to keep her away from me, but I couldn't utter a single word. My brain hurt like hell, like dozens of hammers were clobbering it simultaneously, robbing me of the ability to speak, let alone think clearly.

I felt my consciousness snap and drift away. I fell into a daze, where I suddenly heard a young girl's voice. I couldn't make out her words, but I somehow knew that she had prepared something for me to try, and that I trusted her implicitly. The next thing I knew, I was picking up a piece of the burnt food she presented me, and popped it into my mouth. A strong, bitter tasted assailed my tongue. Her food was terrible. But instead of feeling annoyed or displeased, I felt strangely content.

This girl...

Who was she?