Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Rufus’ POV:

I stood at the door of Sylvia's room, leaning against the wall, smoking indifferently. The cigarette seemed to ease my mind for a bit.

Sylvia was not in a good condition.

Although she said she was fine, I could see that she was merely trying her best to control her emotions.

The thing I wanted was right in front of me.But I couldn't touch it or claim it as mine,

"It's not like you, Rufus,” Omar said.

"Why? What's wrong with me?" I asked as I took out another cigarette and put it in my mouth. "You never cared about such things before.”

I took out the lighter and lit the cigarette.

"I brought her back but couldn't protect her well.”

"None of this is your fault, Rufus.Your mate is very determined.Perhaps she doesn't need your protection but a chance to rise,"

Omar explained his analysis.

I puffed out a ring of smoke as I thought about what he said.I recalled that when I saved Sylvia from Shawn, Sylvia was fighting against Shawn's men on her own.

The unyielding look on her face was deeply etched in my mind; she looked terrifying.

Just then, the loud bang from the room snapped me out of my reverie.

"Rufus, I feel that Sylvia's wolf is very emotional now,” Omar reminded me.

I immediately threw the cigarette into the trash can and pushed the door open.

My heart leaped to my throat when I saw Sylvia holding a pair of scissors. quickly ran to her as panic wracked my nerves.

"Sylvia! Put them down!" I shouted.

I thought she was going to hurt herself, so my mind suddenly stopped working, and my breathing faltered.

Sylvia lowered her head and ignored me.

Before I could react, she clasped her long locks and cut them with the scissors in one swift movement.

I gasped in shock and continued to stare at her.

She ambled toward me, holding her cut locks.Her flawless face seemed to glow, and her delicate nose was slightly red.

As she looked at me, I saw her eyes were puffy and bloodshot.

It seemed obvious that she had cried hard.

I restrained my impulse to hold her in my arms.

"Don't play with scissors!" I was flustered and anxious when I saw her waving the scissors toward her neck.

Sylvia didn't answer.

She clenched the cut locks and stared at me in silence before she finally made up her mind. Sylvia place her right hand over her heart and bowed before me.

"Prince Rufus, please allow me, Sylvia Todd, to study in the Royal Military School.I'm willing to pay any price for that.Please give me a chance, Prince Rufus.”

Her trembling yet resolute voice echoed in this narrow space.

I looked at her in a daze.

After a long time, I finally gathered myself to speak.

"Stay with me.I will protect you.What happened today won't happen again.I promise.”

Sylvia looked up at me with determination; her eyes were begging me.

I looked away.I didn't dare to look at her.

"If you enter the school, I won't be able to protect me all the time."

'So stay with me.’l couldn't bring myself to say the last sentence out loud.

"Prince Rufus, I don't want to be a burden to you," Sylvia croaked.

I closed my eyes and let out a weary sigh.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes." Sylvia was firm with her decision.

The determination in her eyes softened my heart.

Perhaps Omar was right.

He knew our mate better than anyone.

The beautiful canary wanted to break out of the cage.

I didn't know if I should chip its wings and keep it with me or fulfill its wish to behold the blue sky. was in a dilemma.