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

proceeded to effortlessly carry

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

releasing his grip and allowing me to stand unaided,

legs trembled with weakness,

a grudging glance toward the wheelchair, longing to

towering figure blocked my

declared,

I muttered unhappily.

genuinely aimed at my recovery, so I

don't let

fear of falling

"No, I'm going to release

his hold and I began to

to wrap my

dare!"

to soothe

floor is carpeted.It

that the pain was not

apprehension stemmed from a sense of shame rather than fear, and I

will always stand by your side,

crinkled my nose, disdainful snort escaping

scoff.

rely on him.It was just as he had

lose face, and then he would

you go when you're ready.3,

commenced the countdown, gradually relaxing