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

to effortlessly carry me toward

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

grip and allowing me to stand unaided,

trembled with weakness, unable to sustain my

the wheelchair, longing to

towering figure blocked my line

declared, "You need

I muttered unhappily.

intentions were genuinely aimed

let

of falling ringing

replied unflinchingly, "No, I'm

hold and I began to slip out

wrap my hands around

dare!" I

to soothe

floor is carpeted.It

the

rather than fear, and I couldn't

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

my nose, disdainful snort escaping

I retorted with a scoff. I was

wanted to see me turn to him for help and rely on him.It was just as he

face, and then he would

go when you're

the countdown, gradually relaxing his