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?"

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 she leave you alone?

teary-eyed. Such a pitiful scene made my heart ache for her. I leaned over and planted 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

for her reared its ugly head, like a beast who had come out of a coma. I closed my eyes, trying my

sincerely hoped that 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, but I couldn't stand the thought of

to notice my internal struggle. She was still reeling from that terrible

Finally, she couldn't help but burst into tears, burying her

of relief, knowing she

could see through her facade and knew that she was depressed. I quietly stroked her

minutes later, the crying ceased and the woman in

I feel... uncomfortable, eh..." Sylvia raised her

also afraid it would annoy her. In the

she drank the whole glass

glass aside, lifted the blanket, and

and rested her head on my arm, her eyes puffy and her nose red. She

to lighten up the mood, I poked fun at her. "Your puffy

her face with her hands, she murmured,

from her face and kissed them. "Why

then wrapped