Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Sylvia’s POV:

“Rufus! What’s wrong?”

I sprinted to Rufus and pulled him up as quickly as I could, but he was already unconscious. B***d came out of the corners of his mouth while he grimaced in pain.

Flustered and outraged, I raised my head at Noreen and demanded, “What did you do to him?!”

Noreen blinked innocently. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Liar! It’s you! Otherwise, how could Rufus end up like this?” I roared, and once again, my emotions were on the verge of getting the best of me.

After noticing that Rufus’ breathing became increasingly shallow, I was so anxious that I almost wanted to kill Noreen.

“I’ve warned you before to stop using your power, but you didn’t listen to me. That’s why Rufus became like this,” Noreen explained coldly. Her vile face was adorned with a smug grin of triumph.

Upon hearing what she said, an idea popped into my head. With trembling hands, I quickly undid the button on Rufus’ shirt and ripped open his collar, only to find that the black thorns had spread into his nape. The sharp tips had even stretched to his neck, as if they were going to wrap around it at any moment.

The mere sight of it sent shivers down my spine. I was beyond shock. “How could this be? Every day, I secretly inspect the thorns on Rufus’ back. They just reached the lower part of his shoulder blade yesterday. How could they suddenly grow so fast like this?”

“The thorn curse on the back of Rufus is caused by your power of black witch and his love for you only serves to strengthen the curse. It’s fine when your black witch bloodline was suppressed by the lycan bloodline before. But now that you’ve gradually unleashed the power of the black witch, it will only accelerate the growth of those thorns.” While talking, Noreen came around to the side where Rufus and I were standing and squatted down. She looked at the thorns and clicked her tongue. “Rufus does love you so much, but it’s your fault why he is in so much pain right now. Nothing would have turned out this way if you had compromised and left him sooner.”

“Shut up!” I glared at her with red eyes and growled, “Do you think this has nothing to do with you? If it weren’t for you, the thorns wouldn’t have suddenly grown out of control. No wonder you asked me to release all my power from the very beginning. You wanted me to kill Rufus!”

“Why do you refuse to kill Rufus? Love can only make people fall into decadence. You have such strong power, and you shouldn’t be confined to the imperial palace. Worse, you’ve been living a painful life for the sake of a werewolf. Is it worth it?” Noreen smiled, reached out her hand, and touched my face. “Why are you crying? The black witches are always strong and powerful. You shouldn’t cry for love. It’s not worth it.”

I shoved her hand away as hard as I could. I withdrew all my power, not wanting to talk to her for another second.

But Rufus still showed no signs of consciousness.

I forced myself to calm down and racked my brain to think of a way.

“There must be a way. Calm down, Sylvia,” I murmured to myself.

“What a pity! It must hurt a lot to watch the one you love die in your arms.”

“I said shut up!” My shrill roar finally rendered Noreen silent. As I watched Rufus’ breath grow weaker and weaker, I lost all composure and began to tremble violently.

Now I had no choice but to find a doctor. With advanced technology nowadays, I think they would be able to save Rufus.

Before I could even scoop Rufus up to see a doctor, Noreen quickly stopped me.

“Where are you going?”

“It’s none of your business!”

“Well, it’s useless for you to ask anyone for help. As long as your black witch bloodline exists, Rufus will definitely die. It’s only a matter of time.”

Reminded by Noreen, I suddenly remembered something. My dominant lycan bloodline had suppressed my black witch bloodline in the past, which was why the black thorns were slow to expand. What if I let the lycan bloodline burst out of me again? Could it make the thorns recoil back?