Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 292

Shawn’s POV:

The pain in my chest made me realize that the scene in front of me was real.

I thought my words were enough to make Sylvia succumb as before. But I didn’t expect that she would take the initiative to fight back and trample on me.

How could it be? Sylvia had only been in the palace for less than three months. Even a genius couldn’t make such rapid progress. Was I hallucinating?

I tried to struggle out of it, but she still stepped on my chest steadily. The expression on her face remained unchanged. My struggle seemed powerless in her eyes.

The eyes of the passers-by looking at me were full of surprise and ridicule. This made me feel embarrassed and annoyed. However, the she-wolf named Flora even laughed exaggeratedly, which attracted more people’s attention.

“Let me go,” I said through clenched teeth.

Sylvia lowered her eyes to look at me and withdrew her foot gracefully.

I got up from the ground awkwardly with a footprint on my chest. I glared at her fiercely and shouted, “You… You must be courting death!”

“No, I don’t want to die,” Sylvia retorted coldly. There seemed to be a twinge of coldness in her delicate eyes. “How about you? Do you want to die? If you do, I can actually fulfill your wish.”

She looked at me with her eyes as sharp as a sword and filled with killing intent. I swallowed back the rest of the words I wanted to say. My legs involuntarily trembled, and I felt a chill down my spine.

I finally realized that Sylvia was no longer the lowly and powerless slave I used to control in my hands.

“Get out of here! Otherwise, I will kick your a*s out,” the werewolf named Harry, standing next to Sylvia, shouted at me.

I glared at Sylvia and thought, ‘She is such a siren! Wherever she goes, many werewolves offer to help her.’

But I didn’t dare to say anything more. I just hurried away with the guards.

I didn’t stop until I was sure that I was far away from Sylvia. I couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief. Sylvia almost took my life. I didn’t expect her to progress this much.

I hated her to the core but in my heart, I also feared her. I couldn’t deny the fact that she still tantalized me. I even thought that if I didn’t refuse her and sent her to Prince Rufus’ bed, she would still be my mate. This brave and beautiful she-wolf could have been my exclusive slave.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt regretful. “Go keep a close watch on Sylvia,” I ordered my subordinates.

When I returned to my temporary residence, I saw Gamma Mateo coming out of the room, looking very unhappy.

I tried my best to suppress the disgust in my heart and greeted him politely.

He gave me a hard look and said, “Shame on you! Everyone in the palace now is talking about how you were beaten by a slave and begged for mercy like a coward.”

“It isn’t that serious,” I retorted. But Mateo glared at me.

“You are the Alpha of our pack. Isn’t it a serious matter to be trampled on by a slave in public? You disgraced our pack.” The more Metro spoke, the angrier he became. He then kicked me hard.

I endured the grievance and forced a smile. “Please don’t be angry. I was just careless this time. I didn’t expect Sylvia to be this powerful now.”

I clenched my fists tightly, allowing the hatred in my heart to becloud my remaining sense of reason. Sylvia was the daughter of the criminal who killed my parents. How could she live such a good life as if nothing had happened?

“Don’t you know that she is living comfortably here now? If things go on like this, I’m afraid she can get rid of her slave identity soon,” I added.

Mateo hated Sylvia as much as I did. So at this time, all I needed to do was goad and use him to achieve my goal.

Sure enough, he sneered with viciousness in his eyes. “Don’t worry. I already have a way to bring Sylvia back to our pack. Let’s just wait for the selection process to finish tomorrow. We can’t let her stay here. She only deserves to be a slave forever.”

I didn’t know what Mateo was planning to do, but I started to look forward to it.