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

proceeded to effortlessly carry me

in his hold, insisting, "Put me

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

with weakness, unable to sustain my

the wheelchair, longing

blocked my line of

he declared, "You

I muttered unhappily.

were genuinely aimed

don't let

fear of

I'm going to

hold and I began

to wrap my hands around his

dare!"

soothe my

floor is

aware that the pain was not the

apprehension stemmed from a sense of shame rather than fear, and I couldn't bring myself

you don't want to fall, hold me tight.I will always stand by your side, and will never abandon you," he said

my nose, disdainful snort escaping my

a scoff. I was well aware

turn to him for help and rely on him.It was just

face, and then he

let you go when you're ready.3,

gradually relaxing his grip on my