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.

intimacy made me

to keep a safe

shoulders, stopping

be

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

qualified?" he asked, staring

arrogant question felt like a

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

words broke my heart into a

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

you can’t even get rid of my

frustration were in sharp contrast with

at me as if I were a mouse, trying to

in my ears.I tried to break free and

my next move and effortlessly

close combat

felt like a prey struggling to

I was; I didn’t

the difference

willing to give up, so