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 in the

back, trying to keep a safe

my shoulders, stopping me from

to be a

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

you think you are qualified?" he asked, staring into

felt like a long sword ramming into

thought Rufus would be different from others.But I didn’t think he, too, would look down upon me.I was

my heart into

hold, but he held me in place, making it

can’t even get rid of my control,"

were in sharp contrast with his

trying to escape from him–the

words continued to ring in my ears.I tried to break free and even

Rufus always guessed my next move and effortlessly dodged

close combat skills

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

as I realized how weak I was; I didn’t stand a

where you stand? This is the difference

voice from behind.I wasn’t willing to give up, so I tried