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.

surprise, Hobson ran behind me and grabbed

soared, and his sharp fangs

My lungs constricted, and I could feel my feet

turned red. He strangled my neck with all

turned

mind went blank, Hobson

grabbed my hand and gently rubbed it against his sharp teeth. Blood

with excitement as he

felt like I were his

from his expression, Hobson no longer cared about his

pain in my hand as Hobson

that moment, I found his dry fingers had restored their original

this some kind of sorcery?' Dread and unease settled in the pit

blood was healing Hobson. However,

to leave this

at the bite on my hand. My skin had turned blue and began to

of my hand against the hem of my dress, trying to wipe away the blood and the disgusting sensation. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on

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