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."

I had an overwhelming urge to

carry me

hold, insisting, "Put me

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

weakness, unable to sustain

glance toward the wheelchair,

figure blocked my line

he declared, "You

I muttered unhappily.

his intentions were genuinely aimed at my recovery,

let me

my fear of falling ringing in

replied unflinchingly, "No, I'm

began to slip

scrambling to wrap my

you dare!"

soothe

worry, the floor is carpeted.It

the pain was

shame rather than fear, and

you don't want to fall, hold me tight.I will always stand by your side, and

crinkled my nose, disdainful

wish!" I retorted with a scoff. I was well aware of Rufus'

to him for help and rely on him.It was just

lose face, and then he would derive

you go when

countdown, gradually relaxing his grip on