The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

The intimacy between us overwhelmed me as we stared into each other's eyes.

Rufus eyes, rimmed with thick lashes, seemed to mesmerize me. The grayish blue irises felt like the vast ocean, and I was the lonely boat floating with the current.

Finally, I withdrew my gaze and lowered my head, feigning a cough. "Have you done with my bruises?"

"Not yet. Don't move." Rufus continued to rub my leg. His movements were not as calm as before. It looked like he felt uneasy too.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. My face was so hot; his presence seemed to ignite sparks of desire within me.

Rufus and I both fell silent. The atmosphere suddenly became inexplicably strange.

He rubbed the ointment on my bruises and bandaged it again. Then, I hurriedly sprang to my feet. "Let's practice dancing. I don't have much time."

stood up. "But

we do?" I was confused. I had to practice

pressure on my

a wheelchair? Well, in fact, I don't mind sitting in a wheelchair. But it might be hard for you because you are so tall. You can't keep squatting to face

The ball is in three days." I frowned. "Why don't you find me a wheelchair? I think it's a good

say anything. All of a sudden, he lifted me up and made me

caught off guard and grabbed his sleeves. "I... my soles

Rufus interrupted me and stepped

His manly scent filled my nose.

my left hand. "That's it. Follow me and feel the moves. Relax

how to dance. Every time he spoke, his

Rufus' POV:

my chest through my shirt, making me

to feel restless. I took her around and found her face was a little red. Her jaw was tense, and her