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.

what was going on, he turned around and trudged toward me slowly but steadily. I glanced at his wound and saw that blood was still oozing

Who hurt you?" I tried standing up, but my legs gave away, and I fell on the hard concrete. That was when I realized my legs were also tied. Warren continued to walk

so was warren. Everything about the current situation made

react, Warren was already close to me. My body grew tense when I saw the blue veins stand out on his bare

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

to see him acting weird, so

loosen the rope. The friction tore my

my back. Even a small movement made me breathless. I bit my tongue and tried not to pant

me like a ton of bricks. Someone had drugged me. I had no control over my

ran down my spine, and I frantically moved my hands to break free from the shackles. Meanwhile, my brain began to

well. The mastermind behind all this had plotted to make us have sex. The thought frightened me. I looked

his bloodshot eyes stared at mine. Sweat beaded his face. His hands were hot as he seemed to crush me

his hand, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. I bit him until he bled, but the man refused to let go