Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Sylvia’s POV: 

My heart was pounding.

Rufus was staring at me helplessly.I didn’t know if he was thinking about what I said.But going to the Royal Military School was my only way out.I had to fight for this opportunity.I licked my chapped lips, took a deep breath, and looked at him.

"You…"

Before I could finish my words, Rufus suddenly pulled me into his arms.My nose collided with his chest as his pleasant scent greeted me.My breath caught in my throat, and my skin prickled with goosebumps.My mind was racing a mile a minute as I wondered what I’d do next.

Rufus lowered his head, his hot breath blowing against my neck.

"Why do you want to go to the military school? Huh?" he whispered into my ear.

The hair on the nape of my neck stood up, and my body tingled.

It felt as a soft feather was brushing against my ear.

"Say something," he said softly.

His low, magnetic voice was like a current surging through my body, making me tremble unconsciously.

intimacy made me weak in

to keep a safe

my shoulders, stopping

want to be stronger.I don’t want to be a pushover anymore,"

only trains elites.Every student is carefully selected from the packs."

you are qualified?" he asked,

question felt like a long sword ramming into

as anger surged through my veins.I had thought Rufus would be different from others.But I didn’t

words broke my heart into

from his hold, but he held

rid of

were in sharp

to escape from

its peak as his words continued to ring in my ears.I tried to break free and even fought with

always guessed my next move and

close combat skills

struggling to escape the hunter’s net.I tried my best, but Rufus pinned

I was; I didn’t stand

is the difference

voice from behind.I wasn’t willing to give up, so I tried wriggling