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.

on her face was deeply etched in my

loud bang from the room snapped me out of my

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

threw the cigarette into the

holding a pair of

them down!"

so my

lowered her head and ignored

she clasped her long locks and cut them with

gasped in shock and continued

her cut locks.Her flawless face seemed to glow,

looked at me, I saw her

that

my impulse to hold her

scissors!" I was flustered and anxious when

Sylvia didn’t answer.

me in silence before she

hand over

Military School.I’m

trembling yet resolute voice

looked at her in

a long time, I