Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Flora'’s POV: 

Harry and I cheered wildly below the stage when the referee declared Sylvia's victory.Then I hopped to Warren's side, smiled at him, and handed him a bottle of water.

"Good job! Keep it up and continue working hard."

Warren took the bottle and gave me a restrained smile.He seemed a little shy.

I was about to take a closer look at him when Sylvia came over.

"Flora, come on, get yourself ready.It's your turn soon.Remember, immediately concede at the beginning of the game.Don't fight with him," she reminded me worriedly.

I nodded vigorously.

"I get it.I will definitely surrender before he starts to make a move."

When the referee's whistle sounded, I knew that the competition was about to begin, so I walked to the battle ring with a confident smile under everyone's expectant eyes.

Toby, who had garish dreadlocks, always wore an expressionless face.

stood in front of him and asked

of his mouth

said, "Blair has a bad taste.He doesn't

Watch your words, Otherwise, you will be

a little pissed

class, he was a good person

you think

frivolously and said, "Sylvia is just a lowly slave, so people

you think you are to say such things about

anger

that Harry, he looks like a very smart person.But unexpectedly, he is a rash fool.Only a blind fool like him will make friends with losers like you.And there's another werewolf named Warren.He is kind of smart, but he is just a

angry that I wanted to bite him

you think you are? Don't

Toby snorted coldly.

I already know your plan.You bunch of cowards will only admit defeat.But it's okay.At least I don't need to

that Toby said fueled my anger.I was so furious that my whole body trembled, and my throat was dry.I would never let this bastard