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.

weight. I cast

line of vision. Resolutely,

his intentions were genuinely aimed

go," I warned, my fear of falling ringing in

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

to wrap my hands around his neck.

rumpled feathers. "Don't worry, the floor is carpeted. It

remained silent,

the problem. My apprehension stemmed from

myself to voice

tight. I will always stand by your side,

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

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

teaching me close combat. First, he would make me lose face, and then he would

ready. 3, 2..." Rufus commenced the

gulped a mouthful of air as my legs trembled, threatening to buckle