The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

My eyes widened in shock and my heart palpitated rapidly yet I could hear every individual beat echoing in my head. As the thought of what was about to happen formed in my head, I stood up abruptly, but it was too late. The movie screen slowly went up revealing the stage, and the lights came on.

Rufus, standing gracefully with flowers in his arms, appeared in the center of the stage. His deep-set, affectionate eyes were capable of making people fall in love with him at first sight.

My mind raced and my breathing was in a frantic state. In truth, the surprise Rufus had arranged for me brought only panic and no joy to my heart. I could tell that he was going to propose to me.

I knew that he had been wanting to propose to me for a while now, but he couldn't find the right time and opportunity.

However, I thought that the proposal would be delayed and I didn't think he would take action so suddenly.

I couldn't accept his proposal, and even though I knew it would break his heart, I had to find a way to get out of there as soon as possible.

searching for ways to stall for

words and my eyes were fixed on the man in front of me. No she-wolf could resist a proposal from

it weren't for that damned curse, I would have thrown myself on him and kissed him in front of everyone. I wanted to tell him just how much I loved

lingered in my heart. I took a step forward and just as I opened my mouth to greet him, I

and Joanna were here, but also Ethan and Laura were present. Even some of my friends and

to my bafflement, even Blair, who I had parted with at the gate of the palace hours ago was standing there, but

heads slowly split apart, revealing a breathtaking starry night

the boundless night sky, warmly celebrating this

stepped forward with flowers in his hands. He looked even more charming and handsome than I thought was possible. Everything

man like him would ask for my hand in marriage in such a dream-like experience that he had

came to

his prominent nose gently rubbed against my skin, like feathers brushing across my heart. It was the most common hand-kissing, but

on one knee and my