The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Vampire food usually had blood in it, so the only thing I could eat on the table was the bread.

I slowly sliced the bread into pieces and took my time spreading some jam on it. I didn't eat it though. I just made myself look very busy.

Suddenly, a fake flower was thrown on top of my plate. My eyelashes fluttered slightly, but I ignored it and pretended not to see it. "I'm so excited to hunt some interesting prey when our werewolf farm opens next month," Ahern said loudly, trying to get my attention.

I tightened my grip on the jam knife in my hand but didn't respond.

Ellis sneered with disdain. "Werewolf blood smells absolutely disgusting. That's a peasant farm. Only peasant vampires would go there and feed. Since when did you become a peasant?" "Sometimes, I like the change in my diet. I get tired of eating too many delicacies." Ahern smacked his lips. "But your words just aroused my appetite. I haven't gone to the human farm to hunt for several days. I guess I'll have to go out tonight to unwind."

when had the

did your taste become so

does not compare to that of witches," the black -haired

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you to say. Everyone would love to have a taste of their blood. Unfortunately, witches and wizards are a bit more difficult to deal with than other races, not to mention they disappear

blood tasted better. That way, we wouldn't

with a foul smell, so it's only natural their blood smells as bad as they taste. They are the lowest level of food. We wouldn't choose werewolves' blood unless we had no other choice," Ellis said innocently, adjusting the bowknot

the knife on my plate and the vampires

breath and forced a smile. "Oops. It

speak harshly of my race. "Werewolves are the worst. They'll sell their soul for money.

coldly and said through gritted teeth,