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 you can't exert pressure on

had to practice dancing but didn't

exerting pressure on my

might be hard for you because you are

frowned. "Why don't you find me a wheelchair? I think it's a

anything. All of a sudden, he lifted me up and made me stand on his expensive

grabbed his sleeves. "I... my soles are

Rufus interrupted me and

right hand around his neck. His manly scent filled my nose. My body stiffened, and I didn't

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

Every time he spoke, his hot breath brushed against my

Rufus' POV:

Her breaths sprayed on my chest through my shirt, making me feel hot and my

her face was a little red. Her jaw was tense, and her eyes looked serious. I didn't know what she was thinking.