The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

In the following days, part of me felt happy to be in Rufus' company, but a bigger part of me was in pain thanks to the grueling training. While I saw Rufus in class every day, every night my dreams were filled with nightmares of me being tortured by Rufus in training.

Days passed by in the blink of an eye. Only two days were left before the parade.

That evening, Rufus and I practiced as usual in the martial arts gym.

After a few rounds, Rufus loosened his grip on me and pulled me up from the ground. "Not bad. You've made a lot of progress. After this period of training, I think you'll have a place in the finals." Hearing Rufus' words of affirmation, I felt a surge of happiness. "Thank you."

"There's no need to thank me. You did this by your own efforts. I just happened to guide you and give you some direction." Rufus gently dabbed the sweat on my forehead with a clean handkerchief. "I hope you win the competition. That way, I'll get to see you more often."

My face was flushed. I felt the same way as Rufus. I also wanted to see him more often, so I spared no effort to train these days.

I rubbed by cheek against the palm of his hand, murmuring, "Rufus, I love you so much."

Then he scooped me up and demanded, "What did you just say? Say it

lowered my head, leaning my forehead against his. "Rufus, I love

lips against mine. His kiss was very gentle, and his tongue slipped into my mouth and intertwined with

savor the moment, until my hands and feet

whispered, pulling

This time, he kissed me passionately. He

let out a low moan, grabbing at his clothes, as if this

our bodies hot. Only when Rufus' hand reached under

gasped. "Not

give up. He gave me one last kiss

and nestled in his arms, enjoying our

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"Really?" Suddenly, I felt a sense of loss. During this period of time, I had gotten used

the city over the course of the next two days to prepare for the ceremony. Children

but pout, reluctant to see him leave. "Are you leaving