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 so much. Why would she leave you alone? Plus, you have

her forehead. "You're no longer alone, okay?

desire for her reared its ugly head, like a beast who had

just how amazing she was. I knew this kind of love was suffocating and toxic, but I couldn't stand the

internal struggle. She was still reeling from

she couldn't help but burst

a sigh of relief, knowing she finally allowed herself

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 the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on

few minutes later, the crying ceased and the woman

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

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

until she drank the whole

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

obediently scooted over and rested her head on my arm, her

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

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

face and kissed them.

her eyes but then