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

Rufus' POV:

I felt my face fall. I immediately yelled for the doctor and ordered him to give Crystal a full examination. I even had him do a CT scan on her.

In the end, all he could tell me was that Crystal's mind had been damaged due to the power strife she had gone through.

It wasn't just her memory that was affected. She also behaved clumsily, to the point that I almost had an IQ test administered to her.

Crystal now sat back on her bed, staring at the doctor like a curious little child as he fiddled with his medical instruments.

I felt sorry for her, but there was nothing I could do to help. Who would have thought that the sharp, cunning woman I knew would be reduced to this? But even if she turned into an idiot, she was still adorable.

I shook my head as soon as the thought popped in my mind. I had been too immersed in my dreams lately. Maybe I was going crazy, too. "Crystal, would you like some iced coconut tea? It's your favorite drink." I took the glass from a nearby servant and held it up to her.

Crystal said nothing, but she gave me a cautious nod.

I couldn't help but reach out to pat her head. To my horror, she recoiled from my touch and scampered to the far corner of the bed, eyeing me warily.

"Come, now. You don't have to be scared." I pulled my hand back and focused on the drink instead, picking up a white straw from the tray and putting it in the glass.

But Crystal made no move to take the drink. Instead, she craned her neck to take stock of everything that was on the tray, then said in a haughty manner, "I want the pink straw. And please put a lemon wedge on the glass."

"Of course," I murmured, amused. I did as she asked, replacing the white straw with the pink one, and putting a lemon wedge on the edge of the glass.

Crystal's mind might have turned simple, but she sure was as meticulous as ever.

She finally grased me with a smile

and accepted the drink. She sipped

her coconut tea as the doctor

handed me the medical report. He had written a diagnosis as welkas a prescription, and also listed a recommendation for a nutritious

diet.

I skimmed through the document impatiently. "Is there no alternative? Can't we do something, anything, besides wait?"

The doctor answered me with no

small amount of trepidation. "By the way things look at the moment,

there is no other way. We can't

afford to perform any kind of

surgery on her. She has just sel.net

a calamity, and her body is weak. We cannot risk her losing blood.

Perhaps, over time, with the help of rehabilitation, she will revert to her normal self."

"And how long will that take?"

"A week... Half a month... A few years..." The doctor's voice grew quieter as he spoke.

"You said the same damn thing when Beryl lost her memory." I slammed the folder shut and threw it in the doctor's face. "Keep working on a treatment plan for her!"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The doctor nervously pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and all but cowered before me. I didn't care. I dismissed everyone from the room.

Soon, it was just Crystal and me.

She finished her tea and let out a loud burp.

I snickered before I could stop myself. "You've finished it already? You might have a bit of stomachache later."

Crystal ignored my warning and patted her belly with satisfaction.

I could only shake my head and take the glass back. Then, I pulled up a chair and sat by her bed.

"What are you still doing here?" she asked, her vigilance back in full force. "Who are you? Why were all those people so obedient to you?"

I paused and mulled over her

questions. My first instinct was to say that I was the lycan king, and she was my subordinate. But the moment I opened my mouth, a different set of words tumbled out of me. "I am your mate."