Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 1116 Bewitched

Rufus’ POV:

I took the medicine bottle and brooded in the study for what felt like hours. It wasn’t just the visions that had been plaguing me lately. I seemed to be losing control of my emotions, too. I was behaving outrageously and well without reason sometimes, and I was leaning more into the possibility that I had been bewitched.

The wizard had examined me thoroughly and found nothing wrong at all. Then again, if I had been administered a spiritual witchcraft or something, no amount of physical check-ups would be able to detect it in my body. Only the original caster of the spell could help me.

I stared at the blue vial in front of me. The wizard told me that if I had really been subjected to witchcraft, all I had to do was to drink the concoction then go to sleep. Whoever had cast the spell on me would appear in my dream, and I would finally know for certain who was bold enough to play tricks on me.

I sat and stewed for a long time as I hesitated. Although the wizard was a trusted affiliate of the lycan empire, I wasn’t entirely comfortable with this situation.

Since Noreen’s death, no black witch, or even just the common ones, had been sighted often in my life. I could bet that some believed they no longer existed.

now that I had been complacent. I should have never

rubbed my throbbing temples. With a weary sigh, I turned to look out the window. The sky was painted

thinking

closed my eyes and tried to stifle the sense of distress bubbling in my heart. “Let me guess. Is it Crystal?” Omar’s tone changed when he mentioned

my eyes. “Why would I think of her? I was thinking of my

tauntingly and drawled, “Sure, sure. But if you were thinking of your mate, you would

words rang true, and it only made me

the wolf piped up cautiously

before chucking the

filled my mouth, and all I could think about

drifting between sleep and consciousness until the dream took over. It was night, and I was in the middle of what looked like a grassland. I looked down at my arms and found that I was holding that same she-wolf from before. “Why are you so distracted, Rufus? What are you thinking about?” The she-wolf reached up and

still couldn’t see her face clearly, but I knew that she was beautiful, and I adored her with my whole being. I tightened my

The she-wolf tried to sound angry, but her playfulness was evident in her voice. She proceeded to tickle