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.

made me weak in

quickly pulled back, trying to keep a

he held my shoulders, stopping me

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

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

think you are qualified?" he asked, staring into my

like a long sword ramming

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

my heart

hold, but he held me

rid

anger and frustration were in sharp

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

his words continued to ring in my

my next move

combat skills

suppress me the next moment.I felt like a prey struggling to escape the hunter’s net.I tried my best, but Rufus pinned my hands behind my back

how weak I was;

you stand? This is the

calm voice from behind.I wasn’t willing to give up,