Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 117

Rufus’ POV:

No one had dared to covet what belonged to me. Moreover, it was my mate. Anger surged through my veins.

I didn’t have time to think. I instantly turned into a wolf and pounced on the man. I was so angry that I bit his vital parts.

I had forgotten how to be a gentleman and the aristocratic etiquette I was taught all my life. The primal instinct to fight drove me crazy. Anger and jealousy made my b***d boil. Sylvia was mine. I wouldn’t let anyone take her away from me.

Warren reacted quickly. He instinctively turned into a wolf to fight with me. However, he didn’t have the strength or power to fight me back.

“Sylvia is a free individual, not your private property. I have the right to compete fairly with you!” Warren’s wolf yelled as I beat it over and over again.

‘Compete fairly?’ His words infuriated me. Even if he didn’t know that Sylvia was my mate, he still didn’t have the chance to compete with me. After all, Warren didn’t have the strength to even defend himself from my attacks.

“Rufus! Stop it! Are you going to kill him?”

I heard Sylvia’s muffled voice. She sounded terrified and wanted me to stop fighting.

However, the concern in her voice drove me insane. ‘What the hell is going on? Is she afraid that I might kill him?’

I was seething with rage and continued to hit Warren over and over again.

I was terrified when I found some other she-wolf was wearing Sylvia’s dress, pretending to be her. I was afraid that something had happened to Sylvia. But I was a fool. She had made up a clumsy excuse to cancel on me, just to hang out with another man.

I grew violent as I thought about it.

Just then, a petite wolf materialized and rushed between us. It was Sylvia.

It all happened too fast and I almost ended up hitting her. Soon, I realized what was going on and quickly retreated as I turned back to my human form.

“Are you crazy, Sylvia?” I had never yelled at her before. The fact that she had risked her own safety to protect the man infuriated me.

Sylvia also returned to her human form.

She glanced at me and rushed to Warren instead of answering my question.

Warren had lost his consciousness and was lying on the grass with bruises on every part of his body. His raven hair had lost its luster and looked quite messy.

Sylvia patted Warren’s cheek and nervously checked his injuries.

After a long time, Sylvia wiped the sweat off her forehead and glared at me. “Do you know that even if you are a lycan prince, you will still be punished for hurting a student of the school in a private fight? What the hell were you thinking? Couldn’t you just talk to him?”

Although Sylvia was shouting at me, I could tell that she cared about me, which was the only solace for my burning heart.

But I was still unhappy. I grabbed Sylvia’s hand and forced her to face me. “Don’t look at him. You can only look at me.”

She was still angry. “You almost killed him! Do you even know that?!” she growled, slapping my chest.

I didn’t want her to care about anyone else, so I held her in my arms.

“So what? I don’t want you to care about him so much, Sylvia,” I croaked.

Sylvia struggled for a while and finally dropped her hands as she realized she wasn’t as strong as me. “I’m not caring about him,” she mumbled and looked up at me. “I’m only worried about you, Rufus!”

It was the first time Sylvia had openly admitted that she cared about me. The anger subsided as my heart throbbed at her sweet words. Unable to control my feelings anymore, I kissed her.