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."

"But you

confused. I had to practice dancing but didn't know

exerting pressure

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

in three days." I frowned. "Why don't you find me

sudden, he lifted me up and made

and grabbed his sleeves. "I...

move," Rufus interrupted

my right hand around his neck. His manly scent filled my

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

Every time he spoke, his hot breath brushed against my temple, making

Rufus' POV:

me intimate to Sylvia. Her breaths sprayed on my chest through my shirt, making me feel hot and my tummy flutter. Her

swallowed as I began to feel restless. I took her around and found her face was a little red. Her jaw was tense, and her eyes looked