The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

I choked, words stuck in my throat like stubborn pebbles. My determination, however, was evident as I propelled myself forward in the wheelchair. "I don't want you!"

Rufus' strong grip rendered my efforts futile; the wheelchair squeaked as it jostled restlessly in place. My frustration boiled over, and I grabbed his pristine sleeve, crumpling it in my anger. He tenderly caressed my head, trying to pacify me. "Don't be upset," he soothed, his dulcet tones low and soft.

I turned my head away, a disdainful snort escaping my lips. "Tell me, what the hell do you want?" I demanded, my voice laced with unbridled contempt.

To my surprise, Rufus lifted me from the wheelchair with ease, treating me as if I were a mere child. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Caught unawares, I grasped his shoulder tightly, consumed by a mix of shame and fury swirling viciously in my chest. "Put me down! What the hell do you want?" I seethed.

Rufus, however, appeared unfazed by my ire, tender concern etched on his face. He spoke in hushed tones as if coaxing a child. "Calm down. You're still weak. Save your strength." Enraged, I had an overwhelming urge to ruffle his hair.

Rufus proceeded to effortlessly carry me toward the desk. I writhed in his hold, insisting, "Put me down. I can walk by myself."

Surprisingly, Rufus complied with my request, releasing his grip and allowing me to stand unaided, though he still clasped my arm with a single hand.

unable to sustain my weight. I cast a grudging glance toward the wheelchair, longing to take a

of vision.

genuinely aimed at my recovery, so I

don't let me go," I warned, my fear of

replied unflinchingly, "No, I'm going to release you." He loosened his hold and I began to

wrap my hands around his neck.

soothe my rumpled feathers. "Don't worry, the

remained silent, aware

the problem. My apprehension stemmed from a sense of shame rather than

couldn't bring myself

to fall, hold me tight. I will always stand by your side, and will

nose, disdainful snort escaping my lips. "You wish!" I retorted with

He wanted to see me turn to him for help and rely

combat. First, he would make me lose

ready. 3, 2..." Rufus commenced the countdown, gradually relaxing his grip on

of air as my legs trembled,