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.

through her hair. “It was just a dream, Sylvia. You mom will never abandon you. Even though she couldn’t be by your side right now, she would always be watching and protecting

wide eyes looked at me and she whispered in

into my arms, whispering into her ear softly, “Of course. Your mom loved you so much. Why would she leave

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

love for Sylvia burst forth from my heart. My possessive desire for her reared its ugly head, like a beast who had

under my wing forever, so that no one would find out just how amazing she was. I knew this kind of love was suffocating and toxic,

to notice my internal struggle. She was still reeling

with big, sad eyes. Finally, she couldn’t help but burst into

sigh of relief, knowing she finally allowed herself to vent

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

calm down. Sure enough, a few minutes later, the crying ceased

a glassof water? Burp… I feel… uncomfortable, eh…” Sylvia

afraid it would annoy her. In the end, I obliged her and hurriedly got out of bed to

burping until she drank

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

mood, I poked fun at her. “Your