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.

lingered by my side.

of warmth washed over me. I was t*ouched by Rufus’s unwavering support. I mustered a smile and gently pushed his hand away, saying, “You should leave now. The water is

you need anything. I’ll wait for you outside,” Rufus reassured

a moment, my

a tangible reminder of his care and devotion. I exhaled deeply, rising to my feet and shedding my clothes with

the warm embrace of the

suffusing my senses with

I steeled myself and attempted to move

my snail’s pace. Relief washed over me as I realized the efficacy of the rehabilitation process. Furthermore, as a werewolf, my inherent regenerative

swift surge of strength wafting through

had unwavering faith that with a few more

Rufus’ keen watchfulness, I decided

privy to my plans, he might deploy additional

point as he would surely

into 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 the rhythmic ticking of the

across the room, surveying