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.

me slowly but steadily. I glanced at his wound and saw that blood was

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

so was warren. Everything about the current situation made

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

Are you okay? Say something! What the hell is going on?! Let's get out of this place first!" I stared at Warren and sensed

acting weird, so I had to find a way

tore my flesh, and

drummed in my chest. I felt my shirt stick to my back. Even a small movement made me breathless. I bit my

had drugged me. I had no control over 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 up and saw Warren close the distance between us. "Warren, calm down!" Before I could react, Warren

his face. His hands were hot as he seemed

his hand, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. I bit him until he bled, but