The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 128

Sylvia's POV:

Without a hint of hesitation, I slit my wrist. Instantly, the air was filled with the metallic smell of blood. After chucking the dagger to the side, I quickly pushed my wrist to the giant wolf's mouth, feeding him forcefully before he could even realize what was going on.

Stunned, the giant wolf stretched out his claws like a big cat that had just woken up.

I pushed my wrist closer to his mouth. He needed my blood, and I was willing to give however much he needed.

Gradually, the wolf's fur and claws retracted back into skin and slowly he returned to his human form. However, his eyes were still scarlet.

When Rufus came back to his senses, he looked angry. He pushed my wrist away and shook his head. "I don't need that."

Even though it was a cold welcome, I was still overjoyed that Rufus had spoken to me!

"Rufus! Are you okay now? Are you still uncomfortable?" I looked at him with full concern, reaching out to smooth the sweaty hair around his neck. I felt so sorry for him. He must have been in a lot of pain.

Rufus turned away and ignored me.

His face was pale white and his red eyes expressed an undeniable weariness. I bit my lip, worried about him still.

"You still haven't fully recovered, Rufus. Your eyes are still red."

Rufus quickly glanced at me before closing his eyes. "You need to go."

"I'm not going anywhere," I said stubbornly. I went through great lengths just to see him tonight. I wasn't going to let him drive me away that easily. Looking at my wrist, I gently persuaded him, "Maybe you should drink more blood. You just had a little. I don't think that's enough."

Rufus' face darkened the moment I finished speaking. I wasn't sure which part irritated him, but I know that he was actually angrier this time. He was beginning to pant heavily and no longer able to speak.

Scared out of my wits, I nervously tried to keep talking to him.

His claws had come out again and blue veins were popping out the back of his hands.

"Are you about to go berserk again? Don't let it take over you, Rufus! Just drink my blood!" I started hyperventilating and almost couldn't breathe. At this point, I was begging and sobbing as I raised my wrist to his mouth.

But Rufus didn't even bother to look at my wrist. In one last moment of sanity, he closed his eyes and growled. "You have to go now."

"I'm not leaving you, Rufus." I had made up my mind. I ran my tongue across the cut on my wrist, making sure to get enough blood in my mouth, and forcefully grabbed Rufus' head. I kissed him.