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 in my mind; she looked

bang from the room snapped me out

I feel that Sylvia’s wolf is

into the trash can

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

them down!" I

was going to hurt herself, so my mind suddenly

her head and ignored

clasped her long locks and cut them with the scissors

gasped in shock and continued to stare

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

me, I saw her eyes were puffy

that she had

my impulse to hold her in my

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

Sylvia didn’t answer.

locks and stared at me in

hand over her heart and bowed before

Royal Military School.I’m willing to pay any

yet resolute voice

her in a

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