Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 97: A Huge Difference In Identity 

Sylvia's POV: 

"What's the matter?" I was surprised to see Warren, the arrogant, eccentric werewolf, walk up to me.

He despised me, after all.

Why did he want to talk to me now? Warren cleared his throat and shifted on his feet as if he were in a dilemma.

After hesitating for a long time, I saw him blush.

He didn't seem like the same strong, powerful werewolf anymore.

"What are you waiting for?" Flora asked anxiously as she scratched her head.

Seeing Warren look at her, Flora hid behind me.

"I didn't mean to urge you.I was afraid the canteen would close, and we all might end up starving."

Warren nodded in understanding.

"You go to the canteen.I only want to talk to Sylvia."

"No way! Is it something I shouldn't hear?"

pouted to show

she was

all, Warren had injured me last

her with a

Flora studied my face for a moment and then

for you as well.Remember to come and

away like a chick who had just escaped from the cage.I smiled with amusement and walked

Friday evening?" My face darkened,

you know

none of your

of a sudden.He looked

know what purpose this

I

questions offended

vague idea of the purpose of the party, Rufus asked

"You…"

seemed like Warren didn't expect me to be cold

then, his phone rang, and I wasn't in the mood to talk to

now." I turned to leave, but Warren

decisively rejected the call as if he

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