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 effortlessly carry me toward

his hold, insisting, "Put me down.I can walk by

my request, releasing his grip and allowing me to stand

legs trembled with weakness, unable to

the wheelchair, longing

towering figure blocked my line

he declared, "You

I muttered unhappily.

his intentions were genuinely aimed at my recovery, so

let

my fear of falling

I'm

I began

jolted, scrambling to wrap my hands around

you dare!" I

to soothe my rumpled

the floor is carpeted.It

that the pain was

of shame rather than fear, and I couldn't

always stand by your side, and will never

nose, disdainful snort escaping

wish!" I retorted with a scoff. I was

to see me turn to him for help and rely on him.It was just as he had done in the

would make me lose face, and then he would derive satisfaction from

go

the countdown, gradually relaxing his grip