The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

My hands were tied, and I couldn't even move them. Now, Warren had pinned me down.

I cried out in despair as I realized what was about to happen.

I would rather die than betray Rufus.

"Warren, please calm down, please..." Tears streamed down my cheeks. I was angry, scared, and devastated -- all at the same time.

I felt foolish for not being more cautious. I had taken the bait and fallen into the trap.

Warren lowered his head. He kissed my tears away and gently licked my cheeks. His smooth tongue made me gasp in horror.

Bile rose in my throat. I slammed my head on Warren's nose. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He blinked and stared at me as if he had finally realized what was going on. However, he soon leaned forward and continued to lick my face, leaving wet trails on my skin. Anger surged through my veins. I gritted my teeth and slammed my forehead against his nose again.

Warren yelped in my pain and looked at me.

out of his nose. He casually wiped it with

my eyes, not knowing what else to do. It felt like the end was near. A wave of disgust washed over me as I waited for

sudden, I felt my hands loosen. I opened my eyes and saw that Warren

moved

had done. Seeing my reaction, Warren slumped on the floor dejectedly. The blood on his face made him look pitiful. "Are you okay?" I asked, walking toward

sorry. I couldn't help

the right time to talk about that. Let's get out of here first," I said anxiously. I grabbed the handle of the solid iron door and shook

The effect of the drug is too strong," Warren hissed through

and legs grew weaker. The drug began to work on me. If Warren went berserk again, I might not

thinking further, I immediately walked over and picked up the

me with the coat as well as the rope."

side and picked up his coat. Then, I twisted it with the rope to form a plait and

down to rest because I felt breathless

the sweat on my forehead and licked my dry lips. The drug in

me." Warren groaned in

ground, without caring about his image,

way, sooner or later, he would