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

proceeded to effortlessly carry me

his hold, insisting, "Put

and allowing me to stand unaided, though he still clasped my arm with

with weakness, unable to sustain

cast a grudging glance toward the wheelchair, longing to take

blocked my line of

declared,

I muttered unhappily.

intentions were genuinely aimed at my recovery,

let

my fear of falling ringing in my

"No, I'm going to

hold and I began to slip out

scrambling to wrap my

dare!" I

soothe

floor is carpeted.It

that the pain

of shame rather than fear, and

fall, hold me tight.I will always stand by your side, and will

crinkled my nose, disdainful snort escaping my

scoff.

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

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

go when you're

the countdown, gradually relaxing his