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 a soft feather was brushing against

he

like a current surging through my body, making me tremble

knees. I quickly pulled back, trying to keep a safe space between us. But he held my

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

selected from the packs." He stood up without taking his hands off my waist. "What makes you think you are qualified?"

question felt like a long sword

he, too, would look down upon me. I was both dejected and depressed. His words broke my heart into a thousand pieces. I stepped back, trying to free myself from his hold, but

you can't even get rid of my

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

guessed my next 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

hands behind my back and pressed me against the table. My heart sank as I realized how weak I was;