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."

compromised and stood up. "But you can't exert

I had to practice dancing but didn't know how

pressure

a wheelchair. But it might be hard for you because you are so tall. You can't keep squatting to face me," I murmured. "There is

I frowned. "Why don't you find me

a sudden, he lifted me up and made me stand on his expensive leather

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

Rufus interrupted me

lost my balance and subconsciously draped my right hand around his neck. His manly scent filled my nose. My

feel the moves. Relax and immerse

to dance. Every time he spoke, his hot breath brushed against my temple,

Rufus' POV:

my chest through my shirt, making me feel hot and my tummy flutter. Her silky strands brushed

face was a little red. Her jaw was tense, and her eyes looked serious. I didn't know what she was thinking. "Practice hard. Don't be absentminded," I reminded