Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Rufus’ POV:

The muddy little girl clung to my leg tightly and didn’t let go. I didn’t know what she was muttering.

The two robbers g*****d painfully on the ground. They were being very noisy.

I shot them an annoyed glance, and the soldier immediately understood. He approached them and punched both of them hard, knocking them out cold.

The little girl curled her fingers into my trousers and tried to get to her feet, but she was struggling. She was still mumbling something.

I picked her up with one hand and bent my head closer to her mouth, trying to hear her clearly, but she had lost consciousness.

“My King, let me hold the child.” The soldier nearby approached me carefully with the intention of taking the child. However, the kid’s hand was tightly gripping mine even after she had fainted, and she refused to let go.

I scowled and tried to pull my hand away, but she held on even more tightly.

I didn’t like anyone invading my personal space, let alone such a small child. She was so tiny that she could be strangled with one hand.

Her face was caked with b***d and her lips were slightly parted. Her breathing was weak, like a sick kitten’s.

As I studied the injury on her head, I knew that the robbers had hurt her seriously.

I pursed my lips and hesitated whether I should release myself from the child’s grip by force. She was covered in dirt from head to toe. She must have rolled around in the mud. I felt a little disgusted.

But she still smelled good. The fragrance of milk hung around her.

I changed my position to carry her with one hand. Now she leaned her head against my arm and held my other hand with both of hers.

Then I heard the sound of something falling. I looked down and was met with the sight of candies falling out of her pocket one after another.

It looked like she was a greedy kid. So many candies were stuffed in her pocket.

“Pick them up.” I glanced at the soldier and motioned for him to pick up all the candies on the ground.

“Yes.”

He obediently gathered the candies and held them out toward me. “What should I do with them?”

“Put them back in her pocket.” I shot him another cold glance.

“Okay.”

The soldier stuffed all the candies back into the child’s pocket, making it bulge again.

“What… What should we do with the little girl?” the soldier asked fearfully.

I remained quiet as I stared down at the kid. Strangely, I felt a sense of familiarity as I studied the child’s face. Her tiny nose, small mouth, and long eyelashes were all exquisite.

“Let me take care of her,” the soldier suggested. He attempted to pull the child’s hand away.

However, the girl held on tightly. The soldier put a little more force into prying her fingers apart. The girl’s eyebrows furrowed and a sob escaped her lips, as if she was in pain.

“Let go of her and get back!” I shouted.

The soldier was startled and quickly pulled his hand away. His face was a mask of confused innocence, as if he didn’t know what he had done wrong.

My reaction shocked me as well. This was just a child I’d never met before. I shouldn’t have behaved so emotionally.

“Forget it. Let’s go back,” I said frostily.

“Okay.” The soldier nodded submissively and then retreated, not daring to touch the child again.

I walked out of the woods with the little girl in my arms. Her head now rested on my shoulder, and her arms were firmly wrapped around my neck. The pigtails on her head were crooked.

I automatically reached out to adjust the rubber band in her hair.

She m****d quietly. I hastily withdrew my hand, feeling a little nervous.