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.

palpable as he lingered by

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

outside,” Rufus reassured

for a moment,

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

stepped into the warm embrace of the bathtub,

suffusing my senses with

once again, I steeled myself and attempted to move independently. I took slow, measured steps, despite

Relief washed over me as I realized the efficacy of the rehabilitation process. Furthermore,

swift surge of strength wafting through my body, invigorating me with each passing

effectiveness was undeniable. I had unwavering faith that with a few more days

evade Rufus’ keen watchfulness, I decided not to tell him of my imminent

my plans, he might deploy additional covert

in front of him at this point as he would surely find out about my plan. I had to move

the stillness that enveloped the room. The only sound that broke the

my eyes across the room, surveying the