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

quickly pulled back, trying to

held my shoulders, stopping me from

be a pushover anymore," I said, swallowing

student is carefully selected from the packs." He

are qualified?" he asked,

arrogant question felt like a long sword

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

words broke my heart

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

rid of my control," Rufus

frustration were in sharp

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

his words continued to ring in my ears.I tried

my next move

close combat skills

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

weak I was; I didn’t

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

behind.I wasn’t willing to give