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

from the room

Sylvia’s wolf is very emotional now,"

the trash can and pushed

I saw Sylvia holding a pair of scissors.I

them down!" I

to hurt herself, so my mind suddenly stopped working, and

head

her long locks and cut them with the scissors in

in shock and continued to

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

she looked at me, I saw her eyes

that she

my impulse to

and anxious when

Sylvia didn’t answer.

clenched the cut locks and stared at me in silence before she

place her right hand over her

School.I’m willing to pay any price for

resolute voice echoed in this

looked at her

a long time, I finally gathered