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 etched in my mind; she looked

from the room snapped me out of my

is very emotional

into the trash can and pushed the door

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

Put them

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

her head and ignored

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

in shock and continued to stare at

locks.Her flawless face seemed

saw her eyes were

seemed obvious that

impulse to hold her in

scissors!" I was flustered and anxious when I

Sylvia didn’t answer.

at me in silence before she

her right hand over her

Military School.I’m willing to pay any price

voice echoed in this narrow

at her in

I finally gathered