Rufus' POV:
The palace was cold and lifeless. The heavy curtains blocked the last ray of light, so it was extremely dark inside.
I sat against the wall, still trying to suppress my surging emotions. Countless cigarette butts littered the floor around me. I lit the last stick of cigarette in my hand, and a faint light of my lighter flashed past. Then the room immediately sank into darkness again.
I raised my head and took a sip of the whiskey in my other hand, trying to numb myself with alcohol. But I was still sober. My mind was very clear and full of Sylvia.
"Rufus, what is wrong with you? You can't even handle such a matter to get your mate. Look at you. You're not someone who will drink alone in depression like this. You only make me look down on you," Omar said, sounding irritated. "You're just frustrated. Why do you have to run away? Since you like her, why don't you just tell her? If she doesn't accept you, just sleep with her."
I ignored him and took a deep drag on my cigarette. The mania in my body started to get restless again.
"I always believe that you can solve everything, Rufus. But finally, you fail." Omar was gloating a little. He even hummed for a while before he returned to his normal voice.
I snorted coldly but still didn't speak. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to calm down.
"Don't be so upset, okay? Just listen to me. Tell her about your feelings. Kiss her, possess her, and conquer her with your charm. A brave werewolf doesn't just back down because of a single rejection."
"Shut up!" I snapped. I got really annoyed by Omar's nagging. "Since when have you become so talkative?"
Omar chuckled lewdly and suddenly sounded shy again. "It's because I can feel that Sylvia's wolf is very extroverted and lovely. I have to make myself the same as her so that I can match her better."
I was rendered speechless. I stared blankly ahead for a long time without saying anything.
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