Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Sylvia‘s POV: 

Rufus and I stood together at the gate of the Royal Military School.I felt like I was dreaming.I discretely pinched my arm, trying to make sure it was real.

It hurt a lot, so this wasn‘t a dream at all.I stole a quick glance at Rufus, who was calmly talking to a subordinate of his.I was still at a disbelief.I never thought going to this royal school would ever be a possibility for me.

Not even when I had Rufus by my side.

After all, he was still famous for his coldness and indifference.

Even though he was my mate and had come to my rescue many times, I understood that our relationship was really nothing more than a mutual understanding that we needed each other.

"What are you waiting for? Let’s go."

Once his subordinate took off, Rufus reached one hand out to me and patted the top of my head with the other.

I came to my senses and followed him, my heart filled with indescribable joy.

The Royal Military School had been around for nearly a thousand years.

It could be seen in its architecture that looked even more ancient than some buildings in the imperial palace.

Although it looked less luxurious, it definitely looked more sacred.

At the center of the school grounds, there was a huge statue of a man holding a machine gun.

"Cornelius Duncan, the creator of the empire,"

Rufus explained, seeing that I was looking at the statue.

statue was nothing

but the carvings were so detailed that

that it had been well–preserved for over hundreds of years was a testament to its

"Is he your ancestor?"

without thinking.I immediately thought my question was stupid the moment I heard it

they bore the

"Of course," replied Rufus.

feel his gaze burning into my

averted

up or we‘ll be

Rufus and I finally

werewolves

students who had probably just finished the

had

because the focus of the crowd right

attention too walking

werewolves stared at me with

a number of them were also the students I had encountered at the school gate before, including the she–wolves who attacked

they saw me, they lowered their heads and

overheard some insulting things about

"Prince Rufus."

wiped the sweat

afraid of

this school please,"

my wrist and

the dean looked at

"But Prince Rufus…"