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?"

Sylvia, so I sat up and pulled her into my arms, whispering into her ear softly, "Of course. Your mom loved you

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.

my heart. My possessive desire for her reared its ugly head, like a beast who had come

hoped that Sylvia would stay under my wing forever, so that no one would find out just how amazing she was.

my internal struggle.

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

of relief, knowing she finally allowed

I could see through her facade and knew that she was depressed. I quietly stroked her hair, waiting patiently for her to calm down. S~ᴇaʀᴄh

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

feel... uncomfortable,

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

until she drank the whole glass of

the glass aside, lifted the blanket, and slipped into bed. I patted the

rested her head on my arm, her eyes puffy

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

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

pulled her hands away from her face and kissed them. "Why not? You're

rolled her eyes but then wrapped her arms around my