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."

Since when had the vampires infiltrated

your taste become

blood indeed is truly delicious, it does not compare to that of witches," the black -haired vampire sitting next to Ahern

gloves donned his hands. To top it off, a pair of heart-shaped

bit more difficult to deal with than other races, not to mention they disappear whenever they please. It's better not to provoke them

better. That way, we wouldn't have to go

smell, so it's only natural their blood smells as bad as they taste. They are the lowest level

plate and the vampires

deep breath and forced a smile. "Oops.

and continued to speak harshly of my race. "Werewolves are the worst. They'll sell their soul for money. Not only are

said through gritted