The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1253

Crystal's POV:

I choked, words stuck in my throat like stubborn pebbles. My determination, however, was evident as I propelled myself forward in the wheelchair. "I don't want you!"

Rufus' strong grip rendered my efforts futile; the wheelchair squeaked as it jostled restlessly in place. My frustration boiled over, and I grabbed his pristine sleeve, crumpling it in my anger.

He tenderly caressed my head, trying to pacify me. "Don't be upset," he soothed, his dulcet tones low and soft.

I turned my head away, a disdainful snort escaping my lips. "Tell me, what the hell do you want?" I demanded, my voice laced with unbridled contempt.

To my surprise, Rufus lifted me from the wheelchair with ease, treating me as if I were a mere child.

Caught unawares, I grasped his shoulder tightly, consumed by a mix of shame and fury swirling viciously in my chest. "Put me down! What the hell do you want?" I seethed.

Rufus, however, appeared unfazed by my ire, tender concern etched on his face. He spoke in hushed tones as if coaxing a child. "Calm down. You're still weak. Save your strength."

Enraged, I had an overwhelming urge to ruffle his hair.

Rufus proceeded to effortlessly carry me toward the desk. I writhed in his hold, insisting, "Put me down. I can walk by myself."

Surprisingly, Rufus complied with my request, releasing his grip and allowing me to stand unaided, though he still clasped my arm with a single hand.

My legs trembled with weakness, unable to sustain my weight. I cast a grudging glance toward the wheelchair, longing to take a seat.

Rufus' towering figure blocked my line of vision. Resolutely, he declared, "You need rehabilitation."

I muttered unhappily. But his intentions were genuinely aimed at my recovery, so I relented.

"Well, don't let me go," I warned, my fear of falling ringing in my voice.

Rufus replied unflinchingly, "No, I'm going to release you." He loosened his hold and I began to slip out of his grasp.