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.

look on her face was deeply

from the room snapped me out of

feel that Sylvia’s wolf is

threw the cigarette into the

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

Put them down!"

so

lowered her head and ignored

long locks and cut them

in shock and continued

face seemed to glow, and her delicate nose was slightly

saw her eyes

that she had

to hold

and anxious when

Sylvia didn’t answer.

cut locks and stared at me in silence before she finally made

hand over her heart and bowed

Todd, to study in the Royal Military School.I’m willing to pay any price for that.Please give me a

voice echoed in

looked at her in a

I finally gathered