Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Rufus’ POV: 

I stood at the door of Sylvia’s room, leaning against the wall, smoking indifferently.The cigarette seemed to ease my mind for a bit.

Sylvia was not in a good condition.

Although she said she was fine, I could see that she was merely trying her best to control her emotions.

The thing I wanted was right in front of me.But I couldn’t touch it or claim it as mine.

"It’s not like you, Rufus," Omar said.

"Why? What’s wrong with me?" I asked as I took out another cigarette and put it in my mouth.

"You never cared about such things before."

I took out the lighter and lit the cigarette.

"I brought her back but couldn’t protect her well."

"None of this is your fault, Rufus.Your mate is very determined.Perhaps she doesn’t need your protection but a chance to rise,"

Omar explained his analysis.

I puffed out a ring of smoke as I thought about what he said.I recalled that when I saved Sylvia from Shawn, Sylvia was fighting against Shawn’s men on her own.

deeply etched in my mind; she

the room snapped me out of my

I feel that Sylvia’s wolf is very emotional now,"

into the trash can and pushed the door

throat when I saw Sylvia holding a pair of scissors.I quickly

them down!" I

going to hurt herself, so my mind

her head and ignored

clasped her long locks and cut them with the scissors in one swift

in shock and continued to stare

her cut locks.Her flawless face seemed to glow,

she looked at me, I saw her eyes were puffy

seemed obvious that

impulse to

anxious when I saw her waving the scissors toward

Sylvia didn’t answer.

stared at me in silence before she

over her heart and

the Royal Military School.I’m willing to pay any price

yet resolute voice

her

I finally gathered