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.

unyielding look on her face was deeply etched in my mind;

the room snapped

that Sylvia’s wolf is very emotional

cigarette into the trash

to my throat when I saw Sylvia holding a pair of

Put them down!"

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

lowered her head and

clasped her long locks and cut them with the scissors in one

gasped in shock and continued to stare at

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

I saw her

that she

my impulse to hold

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

Sylvia didn’t answer.

clenched the cut locks and stared at me in silence before she finally made up her

over her

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

trembling yet resolute voice echoed in this

looked at her in a

time, I