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.

as I approached him, he suddenly sneered.I stood in

corners of his mouth

taste.He doesn't deserve

your words, Otherwise, you will

a little pissed

class, he was a good person in

think

a lowly slave, so

think you are to say

clenched my fists as anger surged up in my

clicked his tongue and continued mocking, "And 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 mere son of a Beta.For me,

that I wanted to bite him to

are? Don't

Toby snorted coldly.

what can you do? You're just a weak she-wolf.How can you fight against me? I already know your plan.You bunch of cowards will only admit defeat.But it's okay.At least I don't need to waste

so furious that my whole body trembled, and my throat