The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

The fact that my mother had been bullied ever since she was a kid came as a surprise to me. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

This was because she seemed to be a really courageous and strong woman to me growing up. She was always happy and brave.

I didn't expect that she would have such a troubled past.

"Poor Olivia. If I hadn't protected her, she wouldn't have been able to grow up safely, let alone give birth to you," Noreen remarked in a very superior tone. She then eyed me distastefully and continued, "You look just like your mother, except for your eyes which you got from your father, that stinky werewolf."

I tightened my lips and remained silent. There was no joy in suddenly meeting my condescending aunt, who appeared out of nowhere.

Noreen had no regard for my feelings as she continued, "Although Olivia and I have the same mother, my father is a powerful wizard, while hers is merely a useless werewolf. Since then, she has been the object of everyone's scorn. No respectable member of the family would ever consider welcoming a low-class hybrid.

disregarded Olivia. At first, my mother still held out hope for her. But she eventually gave up after learning that

terrible personality and haughty attitude. This woman only treated my mother like a cat

too arrogant to even

student in her class. Whenever she failed a test, her teacher would always call our mother. So on the day of her exam, I locked Olivia in the wine cellar. She avoided a failing grade by just not taking the test. Although she was sick for over six months as a result of it and couldn't attend the school anymore, at least she was able to avoid my mother's punishment. But unfortunately, your mother didn't appreciate all my efforts. She hadn't

said, I was speechless. I didn't know whether Noreen was smart or really

was usually so cold that a strong adult werewolf couldn't bear to stay there for long, let

Noreen seemed to be

to your mother, but she didn't know how

the freedom to lead any kind of life she wanted. No one else has the right to interfere. She is not an object without emotions, and you don't own

silence instantly

of the candle, even the air

depressed. Those closely involved were eager to know the truth. But when the truth was brought to light, they were unwilling to accept it. This was exactly what I was going through right now. Everything was a disaster. I was in a