The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

I looked around and saw all kinds of things stuffed in the old equipment room. The doors and windows were sealed. It was winter, but I still felt stuffy.

I tried wriggling out of the rope, but it was secured tightly around my wrists.

I struggled up to my feet and leaned against the wooden frame behind me. My head began to spin, and I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my palm. It felt weird. I couldn't tell why I was sweating.

"Warren, help me!" I shouted.

However, he didn't respond and didn't bother to even look at me. His eyes looked gloomy -- as if he were lost in thought. Blood continued to drip from the horrifying wound on his head.

All of a sudden, Warren smashed the iron door with his fists. The door vibrated, letting out a loud buzz that sounded like a tragic warning.

I could figure out what was going on, he turned around and trudged toward me slowly but steadily. I glanced at his wound and

and I fell on the hard concrete. That was when I realized my legs were also tied. Warren continued to walk toward me without saying anything. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

was warren. Everything about the current

close to me. My body grew tense when I saw the blue

is going on?! Let's get out of this place first!" I stared at Warren and sensed that something was wrong

so I had to

friction tore my

to churn with anxiety, and my heart drummed in my chest. I felt my shirt stick to my back. Even a small

ton of bricks. Someone had drugged me.

hands to break free from the shackles. Meanwhile, my brain began to race as I

well. The mastermind behind all this had plotted to make us have sex. The thought frightened me. I looked up and saw Warren close the distance between us. "Warren, calm down!"

beaded his face. His hands were hot as he seemed to crush me

tried my best to bite his hand, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. I bit