Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 790 A Swaggering Villain

Sylvia’s POV:

The pain in my chest made it difficult for me to breathe. I trembled and tried to keep myself awake. But the cold seeped through my b*ody. Every time I breathed, it triggered a chain reaction in my b*ody, making it even more painful and unbearable.

Not far away, the sold*iers seized Blair and tied his hands up. I could hear him calling my name, trying to keep me conscious.

I wanted to smile at him to show that I was fine, but I couldn’t move any muscle. Blair looked terrified and anxious, so I knew my face must be very pale now.

But I didn’t have the strength to comfort him anymore.

At this time, a blaring applause erupted in the hall. Shawn raised his chin and walked up to me triumphantly. As he tramped on the concrete floor, his leather shoes gleamed. His every stride revealed that he was ecstatic and over the moon. I believed that he hadn’t been in such a great mood in a long time.

happiness had always been dependent on other people’s suffering, especially mine; and he had always been like this since

noticed his smug smirk. Immediately, a tinge of sadness rose in my heart. I could already imagine the future of this pack. As the Alpha, Shawn was cunning, despicable, and

help coughing. My wound stung so much

at Cherry and praised, “Well done. I

at once. With a flattering smile, she

she turned to me with a smirk on her lips and mocked, “You

a hoarse and weak voice, “I was indeed too naive. I’ve forgotten that a

be complacent, b*tch,” Cherry roared, her

my ear. Cherry was still the same as before. She scowled and wailed like a

could not tolerate her irritating screams, so he motioned

her. I silently watched the wild gr@sspoking up through the fissure on the ground, thinking about Rufus. Although I’d heard from the sold*ier that he had arrived at the Black Moon Pack, I had no idea exactly where he was right now. He must be very angry—so angry that

of me, stretched out his fingers, and lifted my chin frivolously.

my face away from him

still as sharp- tongued as before. But you look less annoying when you are weak and frail. Sylvia, you are born to be trampled under my feet and look up at me