Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 133

Rufus’ POV:

Sylvia looked at me nervously.

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. “Don’t overanalyze things.”

“Then hurry up. Tell me.” She looked flustered. I could hear the unease in her voice.

I pulled her to sit down and sighed. “The curse on me does not only drive me insane but has also made me infertile. I can’t have children.”

“And?” Sylvia asked, arching an eyebrow. I felt she didn’t understand what I meant.

“If you are with me, you may never have children.” I held her hand and looked into her eyes. If she couldn’t accept it, I would somehow convince her. I couldn’t imagine a life without her.

Sylvia smiled. “That’s all? Gosh, you scared me for a second. I thought it was something serious.”

I was taken aback for a moment. “Don’t you mind?” I asked, returning to my senses.

I had imagined all kinds of reactions when I revealed the truth. However, I never imagined her saying something like this.

“Why would I mind?” She smiled and pinched my cheek. “When did the wise and decisive Prince Rufus become so stupid?”

“I don’t think you understand the gravity of this issue, Sylvia. It’s not as simple as you think.” I hoisted her on my lap and buried my head in the crook of her neck. Her response melted my heart into a puddle.

“I don’t understand.” Sylvia frowned. She leaned back a little as if she wanted to see my expression.

I inhaled her unique scent and looked up at her. “If I have no children, I can’t inherit the throne. My father cares about bloodline more than anything else; he will never allow an infertile son to be his heir. Do you understand now, Sylvia? Being with me is not as simple as you think. You might have to overcome many hurdles along with me.”

Sylvia fell silent. Her eyes were deep as if lost in thought.

Her silence killed me. ‘Does she have a problem with it?’

I quickly held her hand and kissed it. “But I can promise you that no matter what happens, I will never leave you unless you don’t want me anymore.”

Sylvia nodded, staring into the distance. “So my previous guess was right.”

“What guess?” I frowned, not knowing what she meant.

“The lycan king has begun to train Prince Richard,” Sylvia muttered, playing with my fingers. “I found it before but didn’t dare to say it because I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Sylvia, I don’t care about it. He can train whomever he wants. That’s none of my business.” I looked straight into her eyes. “I only care about you now. I need to know what you think. Tell me your answer. Are you still willing to be with me?”

Sylvia didn’t answer. She got up from my lap and then sat on the sofa beside me. My heart sank as she continued to stare at the floor.

Perhaps being away from me was the best for her. I shouldn’t ask her for too much.

With the curse on me, maybe one day I would fully turn into a savage beast and lose the purpose of my existence. Sylvia should have her own life. I shouldn’t imprison her.

I stared into the distance, lost in thought. Just then, the rustling sound of clothes snapped me back to my senses. My eyes widened when I turned my head and saw what was going on.

Sylvia was taking off her clothes.