The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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."

Rufus. Your mate is very determined. Perhaps she doesn't

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

from the

Sylvia's wolf is very

and pushed the door open. My heart leaped to my throat when I saw Sylvia holding a pair of scissors. I quickly ran to her as panic wracked my nerves. "Sylvia! Put them down!" I shouted. I thought

could react, she clasped her long locks and cut them with the scissors in

and continued to stare at her. She ambled toward me, holding her cut locks. Her flawless face seemed to glow, and her delicate

my impulse to hold her in my

when I saw her waving the

me in silence before she finally made up her mind. Sylvia place her right hand over her

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

in this narrow space. I looked

What happened today won't happen again. I promise." Sylvia looked up at me