Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 1183 Reunion

Crystal’s POV:

Wasting no time, I lunged at the she-wolf in the pink mask. To her credit, she fought back fiercely. Whatever she lacked in her moves, she made up for in her strength and agility. Thanks to her small stature, she was able to dodge my attacks easily.

For a while, neither of us gained the upper hand.

Then, all of a sudden, she grabbed my hat and wig and tore them off me. “So!” she cried out. “You’re a she-wolf, huh? Where the hell is Crane? What did you do to him?” I didn’t bother answering her and just focused on the task at hand. I drew closer to her, desperate to take her down as soon as possible.

Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Arron trying to sneak toward the door.

I needed to stop him before he got lost again. “Arron honey, just stay put!”

My son froze, looking stunned. Then he flung his mask away and revealed his adorable little face. “Mommy! Is it really you, Mommy?”

Mommy is here to pick you up.” Even as I talked to Arron, I continued sparring with

presence, as he grabbed a stool nearby and threw it

tried to land a punch on me, but it didn’t connect. “You are this brat’s mother?” she

challenging glare. She rushed at me, but I intercepted her attack, grabbing her by the wrist and twisting it all

only to be drowned out by the she-wolfs piercing scream. Arron picked up the stool again and raised it, no

this time. She kicked him away before he could do anything to her. “You wretched bastard! I should have left you alone and let

this, and I kicked the she-wolfs shin, sending her kneeling on the ground. “You bitch! Who are

long time ago!” The she -wolf was sweating profusely from the pain, but she still managed to fix me a ferocious glare. “Do you really think you can save him all by yourself? The boss is no fool. He will soon realize that something is wrong. He knows

sneered. “I came prepared, bitch. I am curious, though. I’d like to see

and roll her eyes. “Let’s wait and see, shall we? We aren’t the type to waste chattel that comes to us voluntarily. Before

and gnashed her teeth together. “I saved you, you rascal! I

by her snarls. He dropped the stool and scuttled

to listen to any more of the she-wolfs rants. I tied her up and gagged her mouth, and then deposited her into one corner of