Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Crystal’s POV:Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Lying in Rufus’ arms, I felt my body getting colder and colder. My heartbeat was also slowing down, which told me that I didn’t have much time left. I tried to breathe in deeply, but I wasn’t strong enough to support my heart and pulses beating

Even though I was on the verge of death, I didn’t feel sad. I just felt lucky that the people I loved could live on, though I did feel a little reluctant to leave Rufus.

I knew that he could take care of our kids alone, but I doubted he could take care of himself.

My death would probably upset him for a long time.

But time would heal all wounds, and the responsibilities on his shoulders would definitely urge him to move forward.

One day, I would become a thing of the past.

Tears fell from my eyes. I used the last of my strength to raise my head and k**s his lips for the last time. “I love you, Rufus. Death may not be the end, but the beginning of something new.

Rufus’ eyes turned red and he could no longer hold back his tears. He cried sadly, wailing, “Don’t leave me…

I couldn’t help but chuckle weakly. I wiped his tears with my trembling fingers, whispering,

“You’re the great werewolf king. Don’t cry.”

“What’s the point of being king of the werewolves? I’m useless. I can’t even save my beloved mate.” Rufus kissed my hair and held me tightly. “I want to be with you forever.”

Don’t think like that. You’re the hope of the werewolves, and you have to think about our children.” I could hear my voice slurring as I spoke. My mind was slowing down, and Rufus’ voice sounded so far away.

After a while, a thought suddenly occurred to me and my vision became clear again, I grabbed Rufus’ wrist with all my strength and said, “I want to take one last look at Beryl.”

Murray immediately rushed over with Beryl in his arms. “Don’t worry, Grystal.

She’s fine.”

“Thank you, Murray. For everything.” I smiled at him with difficulty and reached out to touch Beryl’s soft cheek. “I want to hug her.”

Murray nodded and carefully laid Beryl’s warm body on my lap. The wound on her neck had almost recovered completely, and some color had returned to her face.

I touched her soft curly hair and said softly, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Mommy can only accompany you until here. Sorry for not leaving you with enough good memories. Fortunately, you still have Daddy.

Daddy will love you as much as Mommy does-maybe even more. Grow up well, my love… And Arron— fortunately, he’s not here. Otherwise, he’d definitely be crying right now…”

“Crystal, stop. I’ll get the doctor. Maybe we still have a chance.” Rufus held my hand tightly, as though he was clutching onto the last glimmer of hope.

I coughed painfully and beckoned at him to lower his head. He obliged. I raised my hand to touch the back of his neck and found that the black thorn on his back had unknowingly spread to a spot behind his ears, just like five years ago.

But at least this time, I could save him permanently.

I kissed the tip of his nose and whispered, “When I die, the black thorn on your back will also disappear. If possible, I hope you’ll forget about the past. At least that way, you’ll feel less pain,..

“

At this point, my consciousness began to blur, almost as though I was drunk.

Rufus hugged me and Beryl tightly. Hot k****s fell on my face one by one. He said in a pained voice,

“Crystal, is there nothing I can do? Let’s figure out a way,

okay? Don’t leave me!”

I couldn’t speak. I could only hold his hand weakly. “I’m sorry, Rufus, but this is my fate,” was what I wanted to say.