Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 52

Rufus’ POV:

A group of werewolves cheered and clapped when the judge announced that Sylvia had passed the exam. I felt happy for her too.

Just as I was about to congratulate her, Harry ran over to her first. He put his arm around Sylvia’s shoulder and grinned like an idiot.

I couldn’t help but frown. ‘When did this guy become so close to Sylvia? He could have politely shook her hand. Why did he have to use such an intimate gesture?

Sylvia, on the other hand, was laughing happily. ‘Why can’t she push Harry’s hand away and ask him to stay away from her?’

I felt a little unhappy and walked to her, not bothering to hide my displeasure.

Harry was the first one to see me. The smile on his face vanished, and he immediately withdrew his hand around Sylvia’s shoulder and stepped back.

I glanced at him coldly, satisfied that he was sensible enough to step away.

Sylvia also saw me. Her eyes widened in surprise for a split second before her face lit up. But she soon rearranged her expression as if she were restraining her emotions.

‘What does that mean? Is she happy or unhappy to see me?’

I pursed my lips and waited for her to speak first. I wanted to congratulate her. But considering she wasn’t as relaxed as she was around Harry, I couldn’t remain calm.

I glanced at Harry again. He grinned at me, revealing his pearly whites, which seemed to annoy me even more. ‘What the hell is he smiling for?’

“Rufus, you’re jealous,” Omar said. I could hear the playfulness in his voice.

“No, I just don’t think Harry is a good werewolf. Sylvia shouldn’t be so close to him,” I retorted. ‘How could I be jealous? I just thought Sylvia was stupid and gullible. I didn’t want anyone to bully her again.’

“Why don’t you admit it? I’m your wolf. No one can understand your emotions better than I do. Sooner or later, I’ll prove you wrong.”

As soon as Omar finished speaking, Sylvia turned to look at me, her eyes gleaming with respect. She stepped closer and saluted me.

I was taken aback.

“I made it! I didn’t let you down.” Sylvia looked at me intently; her voice sounded confident. She looked valiant as if she was ready to fight on the battlefield.

However, she looked adorable to me, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I rubbed her hair. “Well done!”

But Sylvia didn’t look happy. Instead, her eyes widened.

‘Did my smile frighten her?’ I pursed my lips, trying not to scare her. It wasn’t surprising because only a few werewolves weren’t afraid of me.

A bitter feeling surged up in my heart. I had had no affinity to others ever since I was a child. In addition to that, I had once gone berserk in front of others because of the curse. Therefore, my mere presence frightened everyone. They thought I was a ruthless monster.

Just as I snapped out of my reverie and was about to change the topic, Sylvia’s face turned pale. Her legs gave away; she passed out and fell on me. At that moment, my mind went blank. It felt as if someone was strangling me.

I caught Sylvia. She was burning with a fever.

Her clothes were soaked in sweat. There were several bruises on her arms that were a result of the fighting. I was afraid that her injuries were more severe than they seemed.

Anger surged through my veins as I glared at Harry. If he had admitted defeat earlier, Sylvia wouldn’t have fought so hard.

“No, it was not my fault. Sylvia is too stubborn. No, wait! She was the one who hit me. I didn’t hurt her in any way,” Harry explained, frantically waving his hands.

I didn’t have the time to talk to him now.

“Call the doctor,” I ordered my subordinates, picked up Sylvia, and left quickly.