Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Rufus‘ POV: 

"How can that slave be so fast?" I heard everyone around me exclaim.

They were all surprised at Sylvia’s speed.

I pursed my lips, and my eyes closely followed the snow-white figure.

Pride and joy involuntarily filled my entire body.

In her wolf form, Sylvia’s fluffy hair slightly shone under the sunlight.

Her running posture was majestic.

And with a few tufts of dark red hair on top of her head swaying, she looked more charming.

I couldn’t help but want to hold her in my arms and touch her head.

Omar was also very excited, jumping up and down in my head.

He kept expressing his incomparable appreciation and joy to Sylvia’s wolf.

It took me a lot of effort to calm him down.

like Sylvia can

of praise in his voice, which was

was really

to pay

mother snorted coldly, "This is just the beginning.There are still two more rounds in the competition.Isn’t it too early

the main seat, my mother looked at the square with

then the quality of this class is

Laura.Participation

my mother

don’t worry, all the talents we select are top-notch.There is no such thing as fishing in the

good to know.I don’t want one drop of poison

picked up the teacup and

"Mother!"

forbearing warning.I didn’t want to fight

her face darkened at once.She was about to smash the teacup in her hand to the ground, but Alina was agile enough to

please calm down.Getting mad at such a trifle is

mother in a soft voice, putting the teacup down on the table on the

royal family, so where they come from is not really that important.It doesn’t matter if Sylvia is just a slave.As long as she is capable, she should be admitted

atmosphere with just a few

my mother an