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?"

into her ear softly, "Of course. Your mom loved you so much. Why would she leave you alone? Plus, you have me. I'll

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

like a beast who had come out

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

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

looked at me with big, sad eyes. Finally, she couldn't help but burst into tears, burying

knowing she finally allowed herself to vent her

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

few minutes later, the crying ceased and the woman

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

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

she drank the

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

my arm, her eyes puffy and her nose red.

fun at her. "Your

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

her face and

eyes but then wrapped her arms