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?"

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.

was red and she was still 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 much that I'd be willing to give up my own life for

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 myself with

one would find out just how amazing

didn't seem to notice my internal struggle. She was still reeling from that terrible

sad eyes. Finally, she couldn't help but burst into tears,

a sigh of relief, knowing she finally

the meeting hall. Although she 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

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

Burp... I feel... uncomfortable, eh..." Sylvia raised her tearful face

wanted to laugh out loud, but was also afraid it would annoy her. In the end, I obliged her

until she drank the whole

I saw that she had calmed down, I set the glass aside, lifted the blanket, and slipped into bed. I

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

mood, I poked fun at her. "Your puffy eyes look

embarrassment. Covering her face with her

face

but then wrapped her arms around