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

quickly pulled back, trying to

shoulders, stopping me from stepping

want to be a pushover

Military School only trains elites.Every student is carefully selected from the packs." He stood up without taking his hands off my

think you are qualified?"

a long sword ramming into

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

broke my heart into a thousand

his hold, but he held me in

rid

were in sharp contrast with

trying to escape from him–the cat himself.I summoned

to ring in my

guessed my next

close combat skills

to escape the

as I realized how weak I was;

you realize where you stand? This is the difference between you and a

wasn’t willing to give up,