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 weak

trying to keep a safe space between

my shoulders,

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

only trains elites.Every student is carefully selected from the

you are qualified?" he asked,

question felt like a long sword ramming

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

words broke my heart into

stepped back, trying to free myself from his hold, but he held me

even get rid of

frustration were in sharp contrast with

me as if I were a mouse, trying to escape from him–the cat himself.I summoned my strength and glared

words continued to ring in my ears.I tried to break

next

close combat

felt like a prey struggling to escape the hunter’s net.I

how weak I

This is the difference between you and a military

willing to give up, so