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."

had an overwhelming urge to ruffle

proceeded to effortlessly carry

"Put me down.I

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

weakness, unable to sustain my

glance toward the wheelchair, longing to take a

blocked my line

he declared, "You need

I muttered unhappily.

his intentions were genuinely aimed at my recovery,

let

of falling ringing in

"No, I'm going to

his hold and I began to

to wrap my hands

dare!" I

tried to soothe my rumpled

the floor is carpeted.It won't

remained silent, aware that the pain was not

sense of shame rather than fear,

fall, hold me tight.I will always stand

disdainful snort escaping my

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

him.It was just as he had done in the past when teaching me close

and then he would derive satisfaction

go when

relaxing