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?”

that’s all in the past. I’m here with you now,

my face in her neck. “Thank you, Sylvia,” I murmured in a hoarse voice. “I think I should

gently, “It doesn’t matter, Rufus. It’s never too late to try fixing the problem. We still

cathartic to finally tell Sylvia what was on

mine. “Well, don’t be upset anymore. If you keep scowling

embarrassed, I muttered, “I’m

can make a child cry,” Sylvia pouted, rubbing

chuckled and looked at her affectionately. I didn’t move

head on my shoulder and murmured, “You know what?

confession, I didn’t say anything but held

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

heart ached. I felt sorry for her and I looked at

raised her head and smiled at me warmly. “But things are

Sylvia talked about her childhood, she sat up and tinkered with