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."

Rufus compromised and stood up. "But you

had to practice

exerting pressure on

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 no wheelchair," Rufus said

The ball is in three days." I frowned. "Why

he lifted me up and

and grabbed his sleeves. "I... my

move," Rufus interrupted me and stepped

hand around his neck. His

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

and taught me how to dance. Every time

Rufus' POV:

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

Her jaw was tense, and her eyes looked serious. I didn't know what she was