Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Ethan's POV: 

Sylvia's performance left me speechless.

Even though I had secretly hoped that Sylvia would win, I never would've imagined that she'd actually do and even win by a landslide.

No matter how much talent one had, one couldn't possibly make such vast progress in so short a time.

And if my eyes didn't deceive me, the power she just used was definitely not that of an ordinary werewolf, but a lycan! My heart sank to my stomach.

It was clear that Sylvia was by no means just the daughter of an ordinary Beta.

Just then, Toby's father, George, started to protest vehemently.

"Foul! How can this be allowed? That damned slave nearly killed my son!"

"The judges already declared that no rule was broken.Your son could've admitted defeat sooner.But he didn't, so he had no choice but to keep on fighting."

Martin cast George a cold glance.

George's skinny body trembled like a leaf with rage.He glared at Martin murderously but decided to change tactics.

"Still, a slave has no right to do such a thing to my son! She needs to be severely punished!"

Martin sneered, "When your son beat that girl earlier, didn't you say that we should abide by the rules? Yet now that your son was beaten badly, you're going back on your word! Shame on you."

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for Owen to agree

had been silent this whole time, analyzing

just beat someone else, and now

"Why, you—!"

a loss for words.Or perhaps it was because he knew he was in the

embarrassment, I decided

of competition.Everyone, please calm down.They still

then did

a sullen expression on his face, he sat back down,

himself gloatingly.He even went so far as to pat Owen on the shoulder as though they were good

amused and annoyed, I simply

time to announce the result of the competition

they were to enter the forbidden

taking a break, I summoned Leonard to have a private talk with me

he entered the room, I found that he seemed much older than the

as robust as

kept coughing violently.I almost worried that he would

rest well?" I asked as I poured him a cup of hot

"I'm getting old."

me then?" I

take better care of yourself, old friend.You're only in your forties and you don't

smiled but