Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 357 Enlightened

Rufus’ POV:

Reassured by Sylvia’s gentle gaze, I began to vent my emotions.

“My father nearly cried just because I called him ‘dad’. And my mother said that I had drifted away from her a long time ago. I didn’t realize until today that, ever since I was cursed, I had isolated myself and pushed my parents away.”

Sylvia tilted her head to the side and mulled over what I said. “When did you start to distance yourself from Queen Laura?”

“Probably around the time after I was cursed,” I said after thinking for a while. Smiling bitterly, I continued, “She didn’t know about the curse back then. In order to keep it a secret, my father took me in under the guise of training me. He didn’t allow me to contact anyone, including my own mother.”

That was the darkest period in my life. Not only did I have to endure physical pain, but also mental suffering. I knew that I had become a monster. I felt like I was drowning in a devastating pool of despair, choking out any ounce of hope left in me. But I wanted to live. And in order to do that, I had to accept the harsh reality. On the one hand, I despised myself, while on the other, I strived to live. It was also thanks to the mental anguish that the curse caused that my temperament changed greatly. I gradually became sensitive and irritable, not wanting to get close to anyone.” I f0rced a smile and laughed at myself bitterly. “After all, who would want to be friends with a monster?”

here with you now, and I’m more than willing to help you shoulder the

buried my face in her neck. “Thank you, Sylvia,” I murmured in a hoarse voice. “I think I should stop pushing myself. I need to stop ignoring those closest to

matter, Rufus. It’s never too late to try fixing the problem. We still

to

be upset anymore. If you keep scowling like that, I’m

embarrassed, I muttered, “I’m not

so gloomy that it can make a child cry,” Sylvia pouted, rubbing

and looked at her affectionately. I didn’t move and just let her play with

Sylvia leaned over and pecked me on the lips. Then she rested her head on my shoulder and murmured, “You

confession, I didn’t say

time, I felt so helpless, thinking about my mother and my hopeless future,”

heart ached. I felt sorry for her

and smiled at me warmly. “But things are better now. I have you. I’m no longer sad and I won’t

talked about her childhood, she sat up and