The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

While in bed, I vaguely heard the girl in my arms mutter something in her sleep. I peeled my eyes open and reached out to touch Sylvia's face subconsciously, only to find that her cheeks were stained with tears.

It seemed Sylvia was having a nightmare.

Pursing my lips, I pulled her closer to me, stroking her back gently. But my effort to comfort the sleeping Sylvia was in vain. After a while, she began to sob. I felt so sorry for her that I kissed her eyes and brows over and over again.

Suddenly, Sylvia woke up and called out my name in a panic.

"I'm here, Sylvia. I'm right here." I rubbed her back reassuringly.

"I... I had a bad dream. My mom had left me." Sylvia could barely speak coherently. As though in a trance, she grabbed at my arm with trembling hands. It was clear to me that she hadn't completely come out of her dream yet.

I reached out in the dark and turned on the bedside lamp. Sylvia's face was covered with tears and her eyes were puffy from crying. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Seeing this, I sighed heavily and ran my fingers through her hair. "It was just a dream, Sylvia.

You mom will never abandon you. Even though she couldn't be by your side right now, she would always be watching and protecting you from heaven."

Sylvia's wide eyes looked at me and she whispered in a trembling voice, "Really?"

knew that what was happening lately had a huge impact on Sylvia, so I sat up and pulled her into my arms, whispering into her ear softly, "Of course. Your mom loved you so much. Why would

a kiss on her forehead. "You're no longer alone, okay? I'll always be with you. I love you, Sylvia. I love you so much that I'd be willing to give up my own life for you. No one will take you away

heart. My possessive desire for her reared its ugly head, like a beast who had come out of a coma. I closed my eyes, trying my best to control

Sylvia would stay under my wing forever, so that no one would find out just how amazing she was. I knew this kind of love was suffocating and toxic,

to notice my internal struggle. She was still reeling from

eyes. Finally, she couldn't help but burst

of relief, knowing she finally allowed herself to vent

pretended to be fine, I could see through her facade and knew that she was depressed. I quietly stroked her hair, waiting patiently for her to calm down. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

few minutes later, the crying ceased and the woman in my arms

uncomfortable, eh..." Sylvia

afraid it would annoy her. In the end, I obliged her and hurriedly got out of

she drank the whole glass

aside, lifted the blanket, and slipped into bed. I patted the gap

obediently scooted over and rested her head on my arm, her

mood, I poked fun at her. "Your puffy

red with embarrassment. Covering her face

from her face and kissed

but then wrapped