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."

is your fault, Rufus. Your mate is very determined. Perhaps she

what he said. I recalled that when I saved Sylvia from Shawn, Sylvia was fighting against Shawn's men on her

bang from the room

wolf is very emotional now," Omar reminded

pushed the door open. My heart leaped to my throat when I saw Sylvia holding a pair of scissors. I quickly ran to her

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

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

my impulse to hold her in my arms. "Don't

was flustered and anxious when I saw

she finally made up her

in the Royal Military School. I'm willing

trembling yet resolute voice echoed in this narrow space. I

myself to speak. "Stay with me. I will protect you. What happened today