Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 345 Soul Resonance

Rufus’ POV:

While in bed, I vaguely heard the girl in my arms mutter something in her sleep. I peeled my eyes open and reached out to touch Sylvia’s face subconsciously, only to find that her cheeks were stained with tears.

It seemed Sylvia was having a nightmare.

Pursing my lips, I pulled her closer to me, stroking her back gently. But my effort to comfort the sleeping Sylvia was in vain. After a while, she began to sob. I felt so sorry for her that I kissed her eyes and brows over and over again.

Suddenly, Sylvia woke up and called out my name in a panic.

“I’m here, Sylvia. I’m right here.” I rubbed her back reassuringly.

“I… I had a bad dream. My mom had left me.” Sylvia could barely speak coherently. As though in a trance, she grabbed at my arm with trembling hands. It was clear to me that she hadn’t completely come out of her dream yet.

I reached out in the dark and turned on the bedside lamp. Sylvia’s face was covered with tears and her eyes were puffy from crying. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

never abandon you.

and she whispered in

sat up and pulled her into my arms, whispering into her ear softly, “Of course. Your mom loved you so

she was still teary-eyed. Such a pitiful scene made my heart ache for her. I leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead. “You’re no longer alone, okay? I’ll always be with you. I love you, Sylvia. I love you so much that I’d be willing to give up my own life for you. No one will take you away

forth from my heart. My possessive desire for her reared its ugly head, like a beast who had come out of a coma. I closed my eyes,

how amazing she was. I knew this kind of love was suffocating and toxic, but I couldn’t

seem to notice my internal struggle. She was still

sad eyes. Finally, she couldn’t help but burst into tears, burying her face

a sigh of relief, knowing she finally allowed herself to

had had a fake smile plastered on her face ever since we came back from the meeting hall. Although she pretended to be fine,

stroked her hair, waiting patiently for her to calm down. Sure enough, a few minutes later, the crying ceased

glassof water? Burp… I feel… uncomfortable, eh…” Sylvia raised her tearful

it would annoy her. In the end, I obliged her

burping until she

slipped into bed. I patted the gap between us, signaling her to come closer to me. Sylvia

fun