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?"

her into my arms, whispering into her ear softly, "Of course. Your mom loved you so much. Why

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 much that I'd be willing to give up my own

my strong love for Sylvia burst forth from my heart. My possessive desire for her reared its ugly head, like a beast who had come out of

how amazing she was. I knew this kind of love was suffocating and toxic,

to notice my internal struggle. She

Finally, she couldn't help but burst into

of relief, knowing she

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

ceased and the

feel... uncomfortable, eh..." Sylvia

also afraid it would annoy her. In the end, I obliged her and

stop burping until she drank the whole glass of

I set the glass aside, lifted the blanket, and

my arm, her eyes puffy and her nose red.

fun at her. "Your puffy eyes look like big

with embarrassment. Covering her face with her hands, she murmured, "Don't look

from her face and kissed them. "Why not? You're still

eyes but then wrapped her arms around my