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.

me

trying to keep a safe space

he held my shoulders, stopping me from

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

student is carefully selected from the packs."

think you are qualified?" he asked, staring

a long sword

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 was

heart

hold, but

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

frustration were in sharp contrast with

were a mouse, trying to escape from him–the cat himself.I summoned my strength

peak as his words continued to ring in my

always guessed my next move and

close combat skills

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

weak I

you stand? This is the difference between you and

wasn’t willing to give