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.

he suddenly sneered.I stood in front

of his

"Blair has a bad taste.He doesn't deserve

Watch your words, Otherwise, you

little pissed by his

the class,

you think

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

to say such things

as anger surged

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 mere son

I

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

Toby snorted coldly.

only admit defeat.But it's okay.At

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