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."

an overwhelming urge to ruffle

carry me toward the

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

grip and allowing me to stand unaided, though he still

legs trembled with weakness, unable to

the

towering figure blocked my line

declared, "You

I muttered unhappily.

were genuinely aimed at

let

fear of falling ringing in my

unflinchingly, "No, I'm

hold and I began to

to wrap my hands around

dare!"

to soothe

worry, the floor

that the pain was not

shame rather than fear, and I couldn't bring

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

nose, disdainful snort

a scoff. I was

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

lose face, and then he would

go when you're

gradually relaxing his