Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Leonard's POV:

 I eyed the slave warily.

Once upon a time, I was betrayed by a slave in my pack.It was in the middle of a war.

My pack had spent days preparing for this battle.

But on the night before we set out, a slave had snuck out and leaked our strategy to the enemy.

They then trapped us in a valley and started a fire.

The fire ravaged for a whole day, and the smell of scorched flesh never left my nose.

I was lucky enough to survive that horrific night, but I didn't come out unscathed.

Ever since then, the condition of my body had just kept deteriorating.

I could do nothing but watch as my strength and power slowly degraded.

This was why I hated traitorous slaves.

Unfortunately for this Sylvia, she wasn't only the daughter of a traitor, but also a slave.

The fierce stubbornness on her face irritated me even more.

But what I couldn't understand was why the two kids insisted on protecting this slave—one of which was even the sole son of the Sunset Pack's Alpha Martin.

Martin's

cursing at

him a lesson

more he spoke, the angrier he became.He began to pull at his hair madly.I couldn't bear to

at the remaining strands, he would probably go bald sooner than

a mind to stop him, but on second thought, I figured it wouldn't be a

Martin was

it would only be a matter of time

changed at all

turned out his son grew up to be as imprudent as

hall, Beta Owen, who was standing next to me, dropped his

usually expressionless, unbothered

was one of the few people

odds since

military school together, they often

had always been cold and arrogant, couldn't

against Owen, he would initiate

this only bought him

always

between Alpha Martin

decent conversation

was at a loss, Owen couldn't help but sneer after keeping silent for a

is he brash, he's also prone to making

sound like a serious and authoritative superior