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 in confusion, "What are

corners of his mouth raised

a bad taste.He doesn't deserve to be a

in public! Watch your words, Otherwise, you will be

little

class, he was a good person in

you think I'm

me frivolously and said, "Sylvia is just a lowly slave, so people who hang out with her are

to say

fists as anger surged up in my

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

so angry that I wanted to bite him

hell do you think you are? Don't you know that you're spewing nothing

Toby snorted coldly.

of cowards will only admit defeat.But it's okay.At least I don't need to waste my energy.However, once the game starts, I won't spare you.So if you want

that my whole body trembled, and my throat