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

then, the loud bang from the room snapped me out of

wolf is very emotional now," Omar reminded

immediately threw the cigarette into the trash can and pushed the

throat when I saw Sylvia holding a pair of scissors.I quickly ran to her as

them down!" I

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

lowered her head and

react, she clasped her long locks and cut them with the

gasped in shock and continued to stare at

flawless face seemed to glow, and her delicate nose was slightly

at me, I saw her

seemed obvious that she had cried

impulse to hold

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

Sylvia didn’t answer.

clenched the cut locks and stared at me in

over

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

voice echoed in

looked at her in

I finally gathered