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.

sure you can wash yourself?” Rufus asked, his concern palpable as he lingered by my side. His worries didn’t ease until he had meticulously prepared

Rufus’s unwavering support. I mustered a smile and gently pushed his hand away,

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

closed door, lost in thought for a moment, my f*ingers absently tracing

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

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

suffusing my senses

myself and attempted to move independently. I took slow, measured

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

of strength wafting through my body,

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

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

privy to my plans, he might deploy additional covert guards to trail my

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

settled back into my wheelchair and wheeled myself out of the bathroom, taking note of the stillness that enveloped

eyes across the room, surveying the area to