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

to keep a

shoulders,

don’t want to be a pushover anymore," I said, swallowing my

Military School only trains elites.Every student is carefully selected from

qualified?"

question felt like a long sword

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

broke my heart into

hold, but

rid

were in sharp

a mouse, trying to escape from

continued to ring in my ears.I tried to

Rufus always guessed my next move and effortlessly

combat skills were

time I thought I could defeat him, he would suppress me the next moment.I felt like a prey struggling to escape the hunter’s net.I tried my best,

I was; I didn’t stand

you realize where you stand? This is the difference

willing to give up, so I tried wriggling out of his