Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1080

Rufus’ POV:

I placed a hand over my chest. I could feel the hammering of my heart, even as I thought of the scent that wrapped around me last night. It was intoxicating, though I couldn’t seem to find the words to describe it. It felt like my memory was dr@ped in a hazy white mist, keeping me from reaching that one thing that had s*tripped me of all control.

“Didn’t you sense anything from Adela?” Omar asked.

I shook my head. “I’m not sure. I only remember the feeling when the scent comes to me, but I can’t even figure out what it is, exactly.” u

Omar snorted. “Oh, I think I understand now,” he mocked. “It’s all just a dream. As for me, I was out like a light at the time, so I felt nothing.”

I pursed my lips and took a deep breath. I didn’t understand. Once wolves found their mates, their distinct scents were etched into each other. It was a unique connection that tethered their very souls to each other. It was impossible to forget the scent of one’s mate. Unless, perhaps, if one found their mate in a dream, and had wild, crazy s*x with them in an illusion.

I rubbed my aching temples, not knowing what to do. Emotions were far more complicated to deal with than political affairs.

“I told you, don’t think about it anymore,” Omar insisted. “Just take it as a hallucination and forget about it.”

I paused for a moment and asked him in a low voice, “How do you feel about Adela?”

He seemed confused by my question. “How do I feel? I don’t feel anything. I admit, I was bewildered at first. Is this really what my mate is like? I used to imagine that meeting our mate would be a momentous event. I didn’t expect it to be so mundane. My heart didn’t even beat faster! I thought I would be all flushed and excited. Instead, it was like all my adrenaline had gone. Is it really how it is with mates? Did the Moon Goddess make a mistake? Or was it you, Rufus? Are you certain that Adela is really your mate?”

I could feel my brows furrow. Omar’s words had planted a s*eed of doubt in me. It was true that when I had first found Adela, I wasn’t the least bit overjoyed. Instead, I was annoyed.

When my subordinates and ministers had found their destined mates, they had been more euphoric and raucous than if they had been drunk out of their wits. But what about me? How come I didn’t feel anything? I closed my eyes in consternation.

I couldn’t have gotten it wrong, though. The Moon Goddess’ guidance and the unusually fast healing of my wounds were enough proof that Adela was indeed my mate.

But I never wanted her. In fact, I preferred that she stayed as far from me as possible.

Just then, Adela came back with a new tray of food. She had changed into clean clothes, too, her white dress making her look so pure and innocent. Even so, I didn’t feel any stirring of desire inside me. If anything, the sight pissed me off even more.

“I don’t have any appetite. Just leave it there, and I’ll eat when I’m hungry.”

I waved a hand to dismiss her. Adela remained where she stood, as if she wanted to say something. In the end, she thought better of it. She glanced between the tray and me, her tear-stained eyes filled with

disappointment. Adela set the food down on the table, but didn’t leave. Rather, she sat quietly on the edge of the bed.

The room fell into a weary silence, agitating Omar. “Say something! That is your mate right there. You need to talk to her if you want to develop your relationship.”

I didn’t have the first clue of what to say, but Omar was getting so noisy that I found myself blurting out the first thing I could think of. “Adela.”

She raised her head and looked at me with earnest expectation.

I cleared my throat. “You have excellent fighting skills. Have you been training with your father since childhood?”

Adela looked utterly perplexed by this. “I am a she- wolf,” she said with some surprise. “I learned none of those. Only my brother trained.”

My face twitched, and I just knew I was scowling menacingly. “So it wasn’t you who helped me last night?”