Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 287

Leonard’s POV:

I eyed the slave warily.

Once upon a time, I was betrayed by a slave in my pack. It was in the middle of a war. My pack had spent days preparing for this battle. But on the night before we set out, a slave had snuck out and leaked our strategy to the enemy. They then trapped us in a valley and started a fire. The fire ravaged for a whole day, and the smell of scorched flesh never left my nose. I was lucky enough to survive that horrific night, but I didn’t come out unscathed.

Ever since then, the condition of my body had just kept deteriorating. I could do nothing but watch as my strength and power slowly degraded.

This was why I hated traitorous slaves.

Unfortunately for this Sylvia, she wasn’t only the daughter of a traitor, but also a slave. The fierce stubbornness on her face irritated me even more.

But what I couldn’t understand was why the two kids insisted on protecting this slave—one of which was even the sole son of the Sunset Pack’s Alpha Martin.

Just then, Martin’s voice sounded. He was cursing at his son angrily.

“F**k it! I’m teaching him a lesson when I get back!” The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He began to pull at his hair madly.

I couldn’t bear to watch this since the hair on his head was scarce enough as it was. If he continued to pull at the remaining strands, he would probably go bald sooner than later.

I had half a mind to stop him, but on second thought, I figured it wouldn’t be a good idea. After all, Martin was a hot-tempered werewolf. If I didn’t let him vent his anger here and now, it would only be a matter of time before he exploded in the future.

I had known Martin ever since we were young. He hadn’t changed at all over the years. It turned out his son grew up to be as imprudent as him.

After Harry broke into the hall, Beta Owen, who was standing next to me, dropped his poker face and smiled smugly.

I could tell that he was gloating. He was usually expressionless, unbothered by most things. Martin was one of the few people who could affect his mood.

The two had been at odds since as far as I could remember. When they went to the military school together, they often got into fights.

Owen, who had always been cold and arrogant, couldn’t ever seem to stay calm whenever Martin was around. Thankfully, whenever Martin would find himself losing against Owen, he would initiate a compromise between them. But this only bought him time. The two would always resume fighting another day.

So this was the history between Alpha Martin and Beta Owen. Rarely could they ever hold a decent conversation without exploding at each other.

Sure enough, now that Martin was at a loss, Owen couldn’t help but sneer after keeping silent for a long time.

“What an amazing son you have. Not only is he brash, he’s also prone to making mistakes,” Owen said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. He didn’t sound like a serious and authoritative superior at all.

“Watch your mouth!” Martin shot Owen a murderous glare. “Do you seriously think that I won’t hit you just because there are so many people around?”

“It’s no wonder your son behaves like that. His father is so impulsive. He must’ve learned it from you,” Owen snorted arrogantly.

Back then, Owen always beat Martin. Fighting wasn’t Martin’s strong suit.

Martin was speechless. Seething with rage, he stomped his foot and turned his head away from the infuriating Owen.

Truth be told, I felt relieved to see Martin respond like this. He finally knew his own strength. When he was young, he would charge into a fight stubbornly despite knowing he couldn’t win. In the end, he would be beaten to a pulp, crying and in need of comfort.

“Like father, like son. You should feel ashamed that your son sided with a slave. Warren would never do such a thing.” Owen added even though he had already gained the upper hand.

However, just as soon as he finished speaking, Warren burst into the hall and shouted, “I, the son of the Silver Moon Pack’s Beta, also want to prove Sylvia’s innocence!”