Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 503 Finding An Escape Route

Sylvia’s POV:

Ellis’s questions confirmed my guess. It seemed that Ashley, the vampire slaves in Geoffrey’s pack, was indeed Ashley Maurice, the youngest daughter of the Maurice clan.

However, the scariest part was these vampires knew about it — I could tell it from their reaction.

They knew the truth but seemed to have turned a blind eye to it, leaving Ashley to suffer all alone. Moreover, they might even be the chief culprit who had put Ashley into such a situation.

“I don’t know what you’re saying.” I smiled at Ellis, pretending not to know anything. Ellis’s eyes widened; she revealed her fangs to frighten me. “Enough. Stop pretending. If you don’t know Ashley, why would you ask about her when you simply saw the name in your room? You paid attention only because you knew her, didn’t you? And you are a werewolf. You must be aware of what happened in your territory.”

I didn’t expect her to be so smart. I stopped smiling and stared at her intently. “Yes, I did see her. But what’s the big deal?”

“Nothing. I just want to tell you not to meddle in other people’s business. It’s not your problem. Do you understand?” warned the gold-haired male vampire sitting beside Ellis.

He looked handsome with dazzling eyes that glistened with tenderness.

people’s business, then don’t blame us

the male vampire’s threat, I picked up a spoonful of mango mousse and put it into my mouth. “If you don’t want others to find out something, then don’t do it. You make mistakes

mention that Ashley is alive in front of Hobson, I will

nodded. “I

dare you?!” a black-haired male vampire in front of the golden-haired one sneered at me. His eyes glowed with anger

angrier they were, the

smiled politely. “You look like a group of little wild cats that had just learned to walk. Do you want to compete with

man hadn’t

if we had finished

at their backs in confusion. It looked like these guys

I quickly returned to the

the attic Hobson had mentioned and roamed around. But I couldn’t find any staircase that led to the attic. I quickly walked across the corridor and counted the rooms. There

to find a way to

a hidden staircase in this

then, I

as I turned around, my

still crashing in my chest. My words jumbled together as my mouth went dry. “When did you come without making a