Chapter 910

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

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.

I stood still for another minute before picking my 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 of the perfume in my bag. It brought flooding
memories through me, earning my forehead a slap to shake it off.

sh*t! Rufus and I were still mates. Just having our presence near each other’s premises would have us
smelling each other’s unique scent. That would be a huge problem! How could I forget this?



I was fortunate enough that I didn’t come across Rufus during our palace tour, or my every attempt at
hiding these past few years would have been for nothing.

My heart was racing—not in excitement, but in fear. I was all over the place for a moment that I
hurriedly covered my real scent using witchcraft. Not content with the magic I used, I spritzed perfume
all over me like crazy. It was better safe than regretting later.

By the time I was pleased that I no longer smelled like my usual self, a knock came reverberating from
the door. I opened it to see a slightly bowing servant who was sent to inform me that it was almost time
for the banquet.

In the end, I couldn’t chat with my children. The 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 the banquet hall with the servant.

Warren was the first person I had crossed paths with upon reaching the hall. 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 anything wrong. He was, after all, typically sensitive.

He didn’t recognize me. I swept a 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 was qualified to be an Alpha.

I was met with changes even as I strolled down the 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 only in our wildest
dreams.



I didn’t want to be recognized. As 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 moment he swept
his eyes across the crowd. He approached me, perhaps, to introduce me to the other Alphas.

Before I could even manage to lift a finger to stop him, the guard greeted Warren warmly, attracting the
latter’s attention.

My head was about to explode. I suddenly felt the 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 best to impress
me further.

Warren gave me a quick 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, “Hello. I’m
Warren Morgan, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack.”

I was afraid that Warren would recognize my voice, so I deliberately lowered my voice before accepting
his hand for a shake. “Crystal Quinn, Alpha of the Red Maple Pack.” I didn’t feel the need to linger our
contact much longer, so I let go of his hand.

Warren was taken aback, but soon he asked in surprise, “Your surname is also Quinn. Are you
somehow related to our late Alpha, Leonard Quinn?”

I was stunned for a moment, but then came to my senses. “I’m the daughter of a distant relative of his. I
didn’t grow up in your pack, so I doubt you have seen me before.”

Warren’s eyes significantly softened when he heard that I was somewhat related to Leonard. “I see.
I’ve heard that you’re very powerful. In just a few years, you managed to pacify a chaotic pack in an
orderly manner. I’ve long been looking forward to meeting you, and now, here we are.” “You flatter me.”
I intended to be as laconic as I could be for tonight’s celebration.



Warren was rendered speechless by how aloof I appeared. I knew he was boiling in anger. After all,
Warren was reputed to never take the initiative to talk to others. He came to talk to me this time
probably because most of the oil in the Silver Moon Pack was imported from the Red Maple Pack.

Since we used to be friends, the price I charged for the Silver Moon Pack was much lower than that of
other packs. Perhaps that, too, was why Warren wanted to make friends with me. That much must
have earned his presence before me right now.

But I could see from the shock in his eyes that he didn’t expect me to shrug him off that easily.

I coughed awkwardly and didn’t know what to say. Then I just decided to not elaborate myself further.

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