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.

I sighed heavily and ran my fingers through her hair. “It was just a dream, Sylvia. You mom will never abandon

and she whispered in a

her ear

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

for Sylvia burst 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

how amazing she was. I knew this kind of love was suffocating and toxic,

my internal struggle. She

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

sigh of relief, knowing she finally allowed herself

came back from the meeting hall. Although she pretended to

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the crying ceased and the woman in my arms let

I get a glassof water? Burp… I feel… uncomfortable, eh…” Sylvia raised her tearful face and seemed even more

to laugh out loud, but was also afraid it would annoy her. In the end, I obliged her and

she drank the

patted the gap between us, signaling her to come closer to me. Sylvia obed*iently scooted over and rested her head on my

mood, I poked fun at her.