Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Crystal's POV:

I choked, words stuck in my throat like stubborn pebbles.

My determination, however, was evident as I propelled myself forward in the wheelchair.

"I don't want you!"

Rufus’ strong grip rendered my efforts futile; the wheelchair squeaked as it jostled restlessly in place.

My frustration boiled over, and I grabbed his pristine sleeve, crumpling it in my anger.He tenderly caressed my head, trying to pacify me.

"Don't be upset," he soothed, his dulcet tones low and soft.

I turned my head away, a disdainful snort escaping my lips.

"Tell me, what the hell do you want?"

I demanded, my voice laced with unbridled contempt.

To my surprise, Rufus lifted me from the wheelchair with ease, treating me as if I were a mere child.

Caught unawares, I grasped his shoulder tightly, consumed by a mix of shame and fury swirling viciously in my chest.

"Put me down! What the hell do you want?"

I seethed.

Rufus, however, appeared unfazed by my ire, tender concern etched on his face.He spoke in hushed tones as if coaxing a child.

"Calm down.You're still weak.Save your strength."

overwhelming urge to ruffle

effortlessly carry

in his hold, insisting, "Put me down.I can

grip and allowing me to stand unaided, though he still clasped my arm with a

legs trembled with weakness, unable

glance toward the wheelchair, longing

figure blocked my

declared, "You need

I muttered unhappily.

were genuinely aimed at my

don't let me

warned, my fear of falling ringing in

"No, I'm going to

hold and I began to slip

scrambling to wrap my hands around

you dare!"

tried to soothe my

worry, the floor is carpeted.It won't

that the pain was

rather than fear,

always stand by your side, and will never abandon you," he

crinkled my nose, disdainful snort

wish!" I retorted with a scoff. I

rely on him.It was just as he had done in the

me lose face, and then he would

go when you're ready.3,

commenced the countdown, gradually relaxing