The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I was surrounded by all sorts of noise. Although they were dressed in gorgeous clothes, their mouths spouted the most vicious of words. Their eyes were full of hatred, as if they were nailing me to the cross in their minds.

Several she-wolves pulled on my dress. The accessories keeping my hair up had already fallen out. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying not to let my dress fall.

I tried pushing them away and escaping from this siege, but more and more werewolves just kept appearing. They all had ferocious smiles on their faces, like famished predators finally seeing prey again after a long time.

My body had frozen up. With my fists clenched, I was preparing to fight back, but I stumbled on my high heels and fell to the ground.

My dress was an absolute mess and my hair had just fallen loosely down my shoulders. I looked completely miserable and disheveled, like a helpless, broken boat being tossed around by the ocean's violent

waves.

Maya had disappeared to somewhere. It was good she was not here. It was better that I suffer this humiliation alone.

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think it makes you a

mean, just look at her face. She's practically born

had dug up the graves of their

male werewolves stood on the side to watch the show,

back my tears, I tried to get up but Cherry quickly pulled

high-pitched. "Listen here, you little bitch. Don't even think for a second that you will live a better life here at the imperial palace. You are going to stay a slave. You're nothing but a

My vision turned

my mother that way!" Without thinking twice, I slapped her hard across the face. I thought I could endure this beating tonight, but I was

grab

Cherry and slapped her with my hand a few more times. "Did your mother never teach you manners? I

hurry up and get

the only thing on my mind was to beat Cherry up. I was determined to make those who insulted

she-wolves grabbed my

tracks, looking at each other. For a moment, no one dared to stop me. I pulled Cherry up from the ground by her hair. Her face had gotten swollen and red from all the slapping, but she still didn't seem to run out of curses. In my anger, I slapped her once more.

waved a golden flask in his hand, his weapon of choice

He fell to the ground and looked at me in disbelief. "What? How did you do that?" Murmurs filled the air. I heard mocking voices from the crowd, but they were directed at the male werewolf