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.

could figure out what was going on, he turned around and trudged toward me slowly but

legs gave away, 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 novels early and in the highest

weird, and so was warren. Everything

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

going on?! Let's get out of this

nervous to see him acting weird, so

friction tore my flesh, and blood oozed out, but

my shirt stick to my back. Even a small movement made me breathless. I bit my tongue and tried not to pant loudly like an

bricks. Someone had drugged me. I had

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

have sex. The thought frightened me. I looked up

mine. Sweat beaded his face. His hands

to feel any pain. I bit