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 ruffle his

to effortlessly carry me

insisting, "Put me down.I can

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

legs trembled with weakness, unable

toward the

blocked my line

declared, "You

I muttered unhappily.

intentions were genuinely aimed at my

don't let me

my fear of falling ringing in

unflinchingly, "No, I'm

I began to slip out of

to wrap

dare!" I

soothe

worry, the floor is carpeted.It won't

the pain was not

of shame rather than fear, and I couldn't bring myself to voice

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

crinkled my nose, disdainful

scoff. I was well

to him for help and rely on him.It was just as he had done in the past when teaching me

and then

you go

gradually relaxing