Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1079

Rufus’ POV:

Visibly frightened, Adela stepped back and fell to her knees. Tears were streaming down her face as she said between sobs, “Your Majesty, did I do something wrong? Are you displeased with me?”

I didn’t understand what was wrong with me. I was simply annoyed by Adela’s presence, especially when she was acting all timid and shy. And those blasted tears disgusted me.

I knew that it wasn’t right to feel this way. Adela saved my life and she was my mate. Since I had decided to marry her, I should make an effort to get along with her.

But the emotions swirling inside my chest were out of my control. I took a deep, calming breath. I reached out to try and help her up, but just as I was about to touch her, I instinctively pulled back.

My hands balled into fists. I didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me.

Devoid of my comfort, Adela’s sobs grew louder. Her shoulders were shaking violently, and she looked utterly pitiful.

“Get up.”

I squeezed the words through gritted teeth, not knowing what else to say. In my mind, I knew that I had to apologize, but my mouth refused to do it.

Adela wiped her tears with the back of her hands and gingerly stood up. She shuffled away from the bed.

After a long, tense silence, I grated out, “I don’t like soup; that’s all.”

“In that case, I’ll go and ask the kitchen to make a different dish,” Adela replied and hurried out of the room, seemingly unbothered by the bits of goo stuck on her b*ody.

Once she was gone, the suffocating feeling in my chest seemed to ease as well. I lay back against the pillows, exhausted. My mind wandered back to Crystal, her words, the sight of her retreating back… My heart was in a mess. I turned over angrily, growing even more irritated at that knowledge. “Rufus, why are you treating your mate like this?” Omar asked in confusion. “She was crying.”

I ran a hand through my hair, just as confused as he was. “I have no idea. As my mate, shouldn’t her presence comfort me? Why is it that just the sight of her irks me?”

“Perhaps you are simply not used to having her around. You have been single for over thirty years, after all. It’s quite normal for you to struggle at first. But you finally have a mate. Take heart.” Omar coaxed me as any patient older brother would, and then proceeded to give me tips on how to improve my relationship with Adela.

In truth, I didn’t hear anything. My mind just shut down and blocked his words. What could I possibly learn from another bachelor who had also been single for years? I’m better off with my own thoughts.

Omar didn’t give up and just kept nagging me, though. Since he had woken up from a coma five years ago, his personality had shifted drastically. He had changed from a cold, taciturn warrior into a nosey housewife. He always found something to nag about. I even had some suspicions that this might be an after-effect of the full moon curse.

“You hadn’t had a she-wolf by your side for so many years. It’s perfectly natural for you to have some qualms about finally having someone. Don’t overthink it. When Adela comes in later, try and talk to her kindly.” Omar was still rambling on in earnest.

Not once did I respond to him as I just thought back to that night. Although I was unconscious, I distinctly felt how I was enveloped in a warm b*ody, and the gentle licking at my wounds. I knew it was no dream. It was real, so real that my heart was starting to pick up its pace at the mere thought of it.