Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1094 My Wife
Rufus’ POV:
The girl’s presence immediately calmed my pouncing head. Even my soul felt warm just by having her close.
A faint voice inside my head told me that it was time to wake up.
And so, I opened my eyes, only to flinch and squint from the bright light that flooded the room. It took me a while to finally get adjusted and take in my surroundings.
The clock on the wall said that it was just a little after eight in the morning. I had no idea how it happened, but I was back in my former palace. Despite my slight confusion, I felt refreshed and at peace for the first time in as long as I could remember.
A soft, rustling sound broke through my thoughts, and I turned to see a pet*ite woman sleeping soundly next to me. I must have disturbed her when I’d moved earlier. She had her back to me as she burrowed deeper into the blankets. It was an adorable sight, one that I wouldn’t mind seeing every morning.
I basked in the knowledge that this she-wolf was my wife.
And then the confusion washed over me again. Did I ever have a wife?
Deep in my heart, I had this sincerity that I had a mate whom I loved deeply. We had been married for several years, and were utterly devoted to each other.
I leaned over and turned her toward me, desperate to see her face. But all her features blurred in my vision.
Only then did I realize that I was dreaming.
And yet, everything felt so real. Even the idea that I was married didn’t feel foreign to me at all. It terrified me a little. The remaining sense in me urged me to wake up and end this illusion, but then the she-wolf started to stir.
“Rufus.”
My name sounded like heaven on her tongue. She reached for me, her slender arms snaking around my neck as she nuzzled her head against my chest. That sweet, familiar scent instantly came over me, taking over my senses. I felt myself sinking back into this divine dream.
But no, it wasn’t a dream at all. It couldn’t be.
I pushed my misgivings aside and decided not to think too much, at least not now. Instead, I took her face in my hands and kissed her. The touch of her tongue against mine immediately lit me on fire. It was a wonderful sensation, and all too familiar, as though I had done it a thousand time before.
I felt the she-wolf pause in surprise for one brief moment, but she soon kissed me back with equal passion, her arms tightening around my shoulders. I couldn’t tell how long we kissed, but I knew that it wasn’t nearly long enough. I ravaged her mouth until we were both out of breath.
She playfully nudged my chest. “You’re doing it again,” she said in a cute, begrudging voice. “Once you start, you never stop.”
Her words seemed to ignite something in me, and before I knew it, I was putting a lot of f0rce into my embrace, as if I wanted to crush her. And I did feel that impulse, to crush her against me and become one with her so that we would never be apart again. “Why aren’t you saying anything, Rufus? Are you still half-asleep?”
She lifted a smooth leg and hooked it around my waist. I acted on reflex, pulling her by the waist until there was nothing between our bodies except the thin fabric of our clothes. I swallowed a lump in my throat and tried to say something, but no words came out of my mouth.
The she-wolf proceeded to kiss my brow, and then each of my eyes, trailing kisses down my nose to my chin. “Honey,” she whispered sweetly against my lips.
My self-control was pulled taut at this point, I swooped in for another kiss, muttering a single word—”Babe.”
The endearment slipped out of me as naturally as my next breath.
No, this was decidedly not a dream.
The she-wolf chuckled softly, her breath fanning my face. The tender sound tugged at my heart. She mumbled about making me breakfast, listing all my favorite dishes.
The next thing I knew, our mouths were locked in a passionate kiss again. I was swept into a torrent of immeasurable joy and relief.
But then it was interrupted by a shrill ringing in my ears, and I felt the she-wolf pulling away from my arms.
My joy was instantly replaced with despair, almost like I knew that if I let her go, I would never see her again. I couldn’t let that happen. I loved my wife more than anything else in the world, and didn’t want to be apart from her for even one second.
Even that fear of losing her felt familiar to me, feeding further into my bewilderment. Had I lost something important to me in the past? What was it? Why couldn’t I remember a damn thing?