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

pulled back, trying to keep a safe space

held my shoulders, stopping me from stepping

want to be a pushover

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

think you are qualified?"

arrogant question felt like a long sword ramming into my

Rufus would be different from others.But I didn’t think he, too, would look

broke my heart into

myself from his hold, but he held me in place,

you can’t even get rid of my control,"

anger and frustration were in sharp contrast with his

I were a mouse, trying to escape from him–the

its peak as his words continued to ring in my ears.I tried to

guessed my next

close combat skills were

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, but Rufus pinned my hands behind my back

I was; I didn’t stand a chance

the difference between you and

to give