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.

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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.

you can wash yourself?” Rufus asked, his concern palpable as he lingered by my

support. I mustered a smile

Rufus reassured me,

for a moment, my f*ingers

of his care and devotion. I exhaled deeply, rising to my feet

I stepped into the warm embrace of the bathtub, the water curling around

me, suffusing my

again, I steeled myself and attempted to move independently. I took

me as I realized the efficacy of the rehabilitation process. Furthermore, as a werewolf, my inherent regenerative abilities granted assured me

surge of strength wafting through my body, invigorating

painful process of rehabilitation, its effectiveness was undeniable. I had unwavering faith that

to evade Rufus’ keen watchfulness, I decided not to

my plans, he might deploy additional covert guards

at this point as he would surely find out

my wheelchair and wheeled myself out of the bathroom, taking note of the stillness that enveloped the room. The only sound that broke the silence was

across the room, surveying the area to