Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 429 Temporary Sold*iers

Sylvia’s POV:

We marched in silence. The initial excitement present when we had set out had long vanished.

My heart clenched painfully as I thought back to the boy with the moldy bread. Geoffrey took us to his house, which was a huge manor. The banquet was held in this resplendent palace. When I entered it, I felt like I was transported back to the imperial palace.

Flora and I exchanged glances and we instantly knew what was running through the other’s minds.

The werewolf race had a strict hierarchy, including a stringent etiquette system. For example, the cars used by an Alpha to get around were not allowed to be more expensive than those used by the lycan king. Apart from this, there were also strict rules and regulations regarding the standard and architectural style of the residence of an Alpha, which could not be broken.

It was obvious that Alpha Geoffrey had gone against these stated rules. Geoffrey asked us to take our seats, giving Rufus the chair at the head of the table. The long table decorated with aromatic flowers was laden with scrumptious food.

my mind flashed back to the werewolves who were stealing to fill their stomachs beyond the colossal wall, I lost

betrayed no emotions. He didn’t say anything and sat down like everything was

other sold*iers obeyed his command and quickly

move a muscle. We all stood

to say something, but before he

with his slender fingers. “Sold*iers are not allowed to disobey an order given by their superiors. Those who break a rule will be punished

and the others quietly sat down at the table. I met Rufus’ eyes and looked away immediately. I had understood

hint that I was the only one from our elite team who had been granted a military rank. The rest of them were contractual

it was particularly vexatious for me to go

fact, he had indicated that our elite team didn’t have to

the situation yet, so we would have to keep our impulses under

of me. Both of them were only picking at their food. Rufus sat at the head of the table with a stern expression. Geoffrey, on the other