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?"

so I sat up and pulled her into my arms, whispering into her ear softly,

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

moment, 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 a coma. I closed my eyes, trying my best to

my wing forever, so that no one would find out just how amazing she

my internal struggle.

at me with big, sad eyes. Finally, she couldn't help

knowing she

hall. Although she pretended to be fine, I could see through her facade and knew

ceased and the woman in my arms let out a

a glass of water? Burp... I feel... uncomfortable, eh..." Sylvia raised

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

stop burping until she drank the

calmed down, I set the glass aside, lifted the blanket, and slipped into bed. I patted the gap between us, signaling

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

fun at her.

her face with

from her face

rolled her eyes but then wrapped her arms around