The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Cherry's POV:

When I noticed that a group of werewolves was praising Sylvia, I was so angry that my heart ached. "She's a slave, and she is definitely not worthy of your praises!" As I spoke, I walked towards them.

When I got closer to them, my eyes widened in shock. Sylvia'sbeautifulclothes, delicate makeup, and noble temperament seemed to blend well with the magnificent palace.

I couldn't believe my eyes. It had only been a few days. How could she change so much? She was just a mere ant under my feet. But now, she was being flattered and praised by everyone. Jealousy flooded in me like a stream.

Seeing that Sylvia's face turned pale, I added fuel to the fire. "She is a slave from our pack. She is the daughter of a traitor. Perhaps because she is so good in bed that the lycan prince has brought her to the imperial city to serve him and satisfy his physical needs."

She bit her lower lip and scowled at me.

"It turns out she is a sex slave!" someone in the crowd shouted.

And his words were enough to make everyone start to scorn her.

daughter of a traitor deserve to stand

she wears fancy clothes, she can't

you didn't tell us, we won't even notice it. Damn! What's that smell? It's

her blood stinks. Nothing can ever take off that

clenched her fists tightly and lowered her

she-wolves close to me surrounded Sylvia and began grabbing her clothes,

it!" The plump servant beside Sylvia reached out to stop

of the she-wolves slapped her on the face and pushed

happy seeing Sylvia being humiliated. Well, a lowly slave like her only

Sylvia being besieged,

some water first." As he spoke, he took out

wasn't interested in him. He was just a son of a Beta from a remote pack. He didn't deserve me. "That's enough!" I really lost my patience this time. His silly behavior irked me so much that I glared at him and threw the expensive thermos flask into the trash

to say a word anymore. He looked at me from time to time. Fright was evident in his

catfight not far away. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ