Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Sylvia's POV: 

I looked around and saw all kinds of things stuffed in the old equipment room.The doors and windows were sealed.It was winter, but I still felt stuffy.I tried wriggling out of the rope, but it was secured tightly around my wrists.I struggled up to my feet and leaned against the wooden frame behind me.

My head began to spin, and I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my palm.It felt weird.I couldn't tell why I was sweating.

"Warren, help me!" I shouted.

However, he didn't respond and didn't bother to even look at me.

His eyes looked gloomy — as if he were lost in thought.

Blood continued to drip from the horrifying wound on his head.

All of a sudden, Warren smashed the iron door with his fists.

The door vibrated, letting out a loud buzz that sounded like a tragic warning.

"Warren?" His sudden reaction startled me.

Before I could figure out what was going on, he turned around and trudged toward me slowly but steadily.

I glanced at his wound and saw that blood was still oozing out.It looked like a serious injury.

"Does your wound hurt? What the hell happened? Who hurt you?"

but my legs gave away, and I fell

was when I realized my legs

continued to walk toward me without saying

weird, and

the current situation made me

Warren was

body grew tense when I saw the blue veins stand out on his

What the hell is

nervous to see him acting weird, so

friction tore my flesh, and blood oozed out, but the rope was

churn with anxiety, and my heart drummed in

made me breathless.I bit my tongue and tried not to pant loudly like an

seemed to

hit me like a ton

Someone had drugged me.

had no control over my

I frantically moved my hands to break free from the

my brain began to race as I tried to

have been drugged

mastermind behind all this had plotted

The thought frightened me.

Warren close the

"Warren, calm down!"