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 weak in the

quickly pulled back, trying to

he held my shoulders, stopping

don’t want to be a pushover anymore," I

student is carefully selected from the packs." He stood

are qualified?" he asked, staring into

arrogant question felt like a

veins.I had thought Rufus would be different from others.But I didn’t think

heart into a thousand

free myself from his hold, but

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

were in sharp contrast

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

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

guessed my next move and effortlessly dodged

combat

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

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

you stand? This is the difference between you and a military school

wasn’t willing to give