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.

her face was deeply etched in

bang from the room snapped me out of

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

the trash can and pushed the door

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

them down!" I

so my mind

head and ignored

and

in shock and continued to stare at

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

at me, I saw her eyes

seemed obvious that she had

to hold her in

was flustered and anxious when I saw her waving

Sylvia didn’t answer.

and stared at me

hand over her

to study in the Royal Military School.I’m willing to

yet resolute voice echoed in this

looked at her in a

long time, I