Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Crystal’s POV

I suppressed a chuckle, my hand gently pressing against Rufus’ chest as I tried to maintain a serious expression. “I’m going to take a bath. Get out of here,” I said solemnly.

“Wait, there is no hurry.”

Rufus turned around with a mischievous grin, filling the bathtub with water before returning with a set of pajamas and a bottle of essential oil in his hands.

“Do you want some petals?” he asked, presenting a small bag of dried flowers.

Title of the document

I nodded, my eyes scanning the bag. “I prefer the lily’s scent,” I replied.

Rufus chuckled, carefully selecting lilies from the bag and sprinkling them into the pool of water. The room soon filled with a captivating fragrance as the petals floated on the surface, dots of color in the water.

Gently, Rufus hoisted me up and gently placed me on the rustic wooden stool next to the bathtub. He carefully positioned the wheelchair to the side, ensuring it was out of the way.

concern palpable as he lingered by my side. His worries didn’t ease until he had

mustered a smile and gently pushed his hand away, saying, “You should leave now. The water is starting to

need anything. I’ll wait for you outside,” Rufus reassured me, his hand brushing softly

closed door, lost in thought for a moment,

insisted I keep it on, a tangible reminder of his care and devotion. I exhaled deeply, rising to my feet

I stepped into the warm embrace of

suffusing my senses

and attempted to move

rehabilitation process. Furthermore, as a werewolf, my inherent regenerative abilities granted assured me that

noticed a swift surge of strength wafting through my

had unwavering faith that with a few more days of rest, I would make a

an effort to evade Rufus’ keen watchfulness, I

he were privy to my plans, he might deploy additional covert

to openly play tricks in front of him at this point as

the bathroom, taking note of the stillness that enveloped

across the room, surveying the area to assure