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.

was deeply etched in my

loud bang from the room snapped me out of

that Sylvia’s wolf is very emotional

the cigarette into the trash can and pushed the

to my throat when I saw Sylvia holding a

Put them

herself, so my mind suddenly stopped working,

her head and ignored

and cut them with

shock and continued to stare

cut locks.Her flawless face seemed to glow, and

at me, I saw her eyes were

seemed obvious that she

restrained my impulse to hold her

and anxious when I saw her waving the

Sylvia didn’t answer.

locks and stared at me in silence before she finally made up

her right hand over her heart and bowed before

Royal Military School.I’m willing to pay any price for that.Please give

trembling yet resolute voice echoed

at her in

I finally gathered myself to