The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Chapter 520

Sylvia's POV:

I was startled to hear that. How could my blood smelled like a black witch?

'Nonsense! Like father, like children. The entire family was insane.'

I couldn't care less, so I pulled out my hand from his hold with all my strength.

I rubbed my wrist as a pang of regret settled on my heart. I should have thought of a different way to escape. I was stuck now. To make things worse, I have gotten into big trouble.

Looking at Hobson's bloodthirsty face, I pursed my lips and retreated slightly, ready to fight.

"Noreen's scent!" Hobson stared at me and slowly crawled out of the coffin, like a wild demon.

"You're wrong. How could I smell like the black witch? That's crazy!" I retorted as I stepped back toward the door.

Hobson chuckled, and the wrinkles on his face grew more prominent. He pursed his purple lips; his eyes glinted with malice. "How could I be wrong? I won't forget Noreen's scent even in my dreams."

His face contorted with rage. "It was she who made me like this." "What's that got to do with me?" I was in no mood to listen to his nonsense, so I turned around to leave.

Hobson ran

his sharp

but couldn't. My lungs constricted, and I

eyes turned red. He strangled my neck

my face turned red. I could hear my drumming

mind went

and gently rubbed it against his sharp teeth. Blood instantly trickled out, and its

excitement as he greedily

like I were his

to devour me. Judging from his expression,

hand as Hobson continued to suck

moment, I found his dry fingers had restored their original

Is this some kind of sorcery?' Dread and unease

my blood was healing Hobson. However, I didn't want to jump

to leave

the bite on my hand. My skin

wipe away the blood and the disgusting sensation. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website

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