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.

glared at him, silently warning him to stay away from me. Blood dribbled out of his nose. He casually wiped it with the

end was near. A wave of disgust

a sudden, I felt my hands loosen. I opened my eyes and saw that Warren had untied the rope

and moved away, keeping a

Warren slumped on the floor dejectedly. The blood on his face made him look pitiful. "Are you

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

myself for long. The effect of the drug is too strong," Warren hissed through

began to work on me. If Warren went berserk again, I might not be

further, I immediately walked over and picked

Tie me with the coat as well as the rope."

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

squatted down to rest because I felt breathless and exhausted

the sweat on my forehead and licked my dry lips.

Warren

caring about his image, and

things went on this way, sooner or later, he would tear