The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

My heart was pounding. Rufus was staring at me helplessly. I didn't know if he was thinking about what I said. But going to the Royal Military School was my only way out. I had to fight for this opportunity. I licked my chapped lips, took a deep breath, and looked at him. "You..."

Before I could finish my words, Rufus suddenly pulled me into his arms. My nose collided with his chest as his pleasant scent greeted me.

My breath caught in my throat, and my skin prickled with goosebumps.

My mind was racing a mile a minute as I wondered what I'd do next.

Rufus lowered his head, his hot breath blowing against my neck.

"Why do you want to go to the military school? Huh?" he whispered into my ear.

my body tingled. It felt as

he said

was like a current surging through my body, making me tremble

to keep a safe space

to be stronger. I don't want to be a pushover anymore," I said,

elites. Every student is carefully selected from the packs." He stood up without

felt like a long

as anger surged through my veins. I had thought Rufus would be different from others. But I didn't think he, too, would look down upon me. I was both dejected and depressed. His words broke my heart

can't even get rid of my

in sharp contrast with his calmness. He smirked at me as if I were a mouse, trying to escape from him--the cat himself. I summoned my strength and glared at him. My anger reached

move and effortlessly dodged my attacks. His close combat skills were perfect. Every time I thought I could defeat him, he would suppress me the next moment. I felt like a prey struggling

best, but Rufus pinned my hands behind my back and pressed me against the table. My heart sank as I realized how weak I