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.

neck stood up, and my body tingled. It felt as a soft feather was brushing against my

something," he said

a current surging through my body, making me

keep a safe space between us. But he

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

Royal Military School only trains elites. Every student is carefully selected from the packs." He stood up without taking his hands off my waist. "What makes you

arrogant question felt like a long sword ramming

down upon me. I was both dejected and depressed. His words broke my heart

you can't even get rid of my control," Rufus said

anger and frustration were 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 its peak as his words continued to ring in my ears. I tried to break free and even fought with him. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

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 to escape the hunter's

pressed me against the table.