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.

legs trembled with weakness, unable to sustain my weight. I cast

my line of

unhappily. But his intentions were genuinely

my fear of falling ringing

replied unflinchingly, "No, I'm going to release you." He loosened

jolted, scrambling to wrap my hands around his neck. "Don't you

tried to soothe my rumpled feathers. "Don't worry, the floor is carpeted.

remained silent, aware

apprehension stemmed from a sense of

bring myself to

hold me tight. I will always stand

disdainful snort escaping my

well aware of Rufus' intentions. He wanted to see me turn to him for help

First, he would make me lose face, and then he would derive satisfaction from

let you go when you're ready. 3, 2..." Rufus commenced the

as my legs trembled, threatening to