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.

face was deeply etched in my

loud bang from the

feel that Sylvia’s wolf is very

immediately threw the cigarette into the

heart leaped to my throat when I saw Sylvia holding a pair of scissors.I quickly ran to her as panic wracked

them

she was going to hurt herself, so my mind suddenly stopped working,

head and

her long locks and cut them with the

and continued to stare

ambled toward me, holding her cut locks.Her flawless face seemed to glow, and

I saw her

that she had cried

impulse to hold

with scissors!" I was flustered and anxious when I saw her waving the scissors

Sylvia didn’t answer.

at me in silence before she finally

right hand over her heart and

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

trembling yet resolute voice echoed in this

looked at her in

long time, I