Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Warren's POV: 

Blair's cold stare felt like a wake-up call.It was as if he was trying to see through me, which måde me kind of intimidated.

"I'm sorry. I lost control," I said bluntly.

I felt like a laughing stock at this moment, with everyone staring at me.

"Don't apologize to me.I think that it's Sylvia you should apologize to," Blair said seriously.

I looked at Sylvia, who was still on the floor.

With her hair wet with sweat, she looked like a drowned mouse.She looked back at me with those beautiful eyes, except they were filled with confusion.

I averted her gaze, feeling a little guilty.But I still couldn't bring myself to say anything.

Sylvia managed to stand up.

"It doesn't matter.It was a sparring session.Getting injured is no big deal.Besides, I'm totally fine."

"Are you really?" Blair raised an eyebrow.

He then turned slowly to me.

"You should still apologize at the very least.I already declared that the fight was over, but you still kept kicking Sylvia.What's going on with you? It's not like you to lose control of yourself."

"I said I'm fine.I don't think Warren meant it," Sylvia shrugged.

the sweat off

"We're classmates, after all."

made me feel even

have preferred she did not forgive me instead of acting so nice.I

next, I just

are you just leaving? Shouldn't

mumbled.Harry also reached out

on a

think you're going?

I shoved past his shoulder, heading

"Fuck you!"

to have stopped him.I heard some

to get out of this suffocating

Sylvia's POV: 

off the stage, Flora and Harry immediately rushed

to get you to the infirmary,"

fine." I patted my leg, trying

to fight next.She couldn't leave right

go and

urged Flora.He then bent down in front of

on! I'll take

"Okay, fine.I'll go ahead."

heaved me over his shoulder and stood