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."

of this is your fault, Rufus. Your mate is very determined. Perhaps she doesn't need your protection but a chance

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

then, the loud bang from the room snapped me out of

Sylvia's wolf is very emotional now,"

ran to

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

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

to hold her in my arms.

and anxious when I saw her waving the scissors toward

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

I'm willing to pay any price for that. Please give me a chance, Prince

trembling yet resolute voice echoed in this narrow

me. I will protect you. What happened today won't happen