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

pulled back, trying to keep a safe space

my shoulders, stopping me from

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

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

you are qualified?" he asked, staring

question felt like a long

pale as anger surged through my veins.I had thought Rufus would be different from others.But I didn’t think he, too, would look down upon me.I

heart into a

from his hold, but he held me in place, making it impossible

get rid of my control,"

were in

smirked at me as if I were a mouse, trying to escape from him–the cat himself.I summoned my strength and glared at

peak as his words continued to ring in

Rufus always guessed my next

close combat skills

a prey struggling to escape the

weak I was; I didn’t stand a chance with

you stand? This is the difference between you and a military school

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