Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 478

Rufus’ POV:

I was standing in front of the wall, clenching my fists anxiously.

I had no idea what sort of danger Sylvia faced outside the wall. While I wanted to go help her as soon as possible, the damned Geoffrey got in my way.

The growing anxiety in my heart made me want to kill him on the spot.

Geoffrey strode up to me and laughed like a madman. “I knew the second Sylvia and her rats found the hole in the wall.”

From this, I immediately understood that he had spies on the other side of the wall.

But I wasn’t surprised. Geoffrey was a cunning man who held a high position. It was to be expected for him to have spies planted everywhere.

Although it seemed that Geoffrey had given up on the werewolves on the other side of the wall, the fact was that they were integral to his rule, so he couldn’t completely ignore them.

“How cunning of you,” I sneered. Then, my eyes fell on the vampire slave. “What about her?”

“She…” Geoffrey paused deliberately, trying to keep me in suspense. He then pinched the slave’s a*s undisguisedly and said, “I also know her little tricks.”

Geoffrey’s venomous eyes swept over the slave’s body. “Anyone who disobeys me will be punished.”

The slave trembled in fear, not daring to raise her head.

I sneered. I couldn’t stand Geoffrey’s tricks anymore. I was about to walk past him, intending to leave with Flora and Warren, ready to use force if needed.

“What’s the rush, Prince Rufus?” Geoffrey blocked my way with his broad body and didn’t let me leave. “The sun hasn’t risen yet and it’s cold. Why don’t you just go back and have some more rest?”

“Get out of my way,” I said in a very low voice. My patience was running thin, so I pushed him out of my way.

Just then, the bell tolled. Warren, who was walking beside me, looked at his watch and said, “It’s five o’clock. We have to find Sylvia as soon as possible.”

“It’s five o’clock. Are you sure you’ll be able to find her in time?” Geoffrey mimicked, in a voice dripping with sarcasm, “I’m afraid she’ll already be dead by the time you get there.

I stopped in my tracks, turned around, and strode back to Geoffrey. I picked him up by his collar and said through gritted teeth, “If anything bad happens to her, I’ll tear you to shreds myself and feed you to the pigs.”

While a flicker of fear flashed in Geoffrey’s eyes, his smile remained plastered on his face. He seemed to have made up his mind to go all out.

“It doesn’t matter. As long as I achieve my goal, it’s okay.”

“So be it. I hope you won’t regret it.” I looked at him sharply and tightened my grip on his collar.

Geoffrey’s face slowly turned a purplish red, but his smile remained the same. His provocative eyes seemed to tell me that even if I killed him, it’d be useless. Sylvia wasn’t coming back.

My anger surged violently and I nearly killed him right then and there.

“Prince Rufus, please calm down. We have to find Sylvia first.” Warren, the voice of reason, grabbed my arm with urgency.

I took a deep breath and blue veins stood out on my forehead. Sylvia was in danger all because of him, so how could I just let Geoffrey go?

“We won’t know where Sylvia is if he’s dead,” Warren continued to speak rationally.

I took a deep breath and finally loosened my grip.

Geoffrey adjusted his collar slowly and smiled. “The bell at five o’clock in the morning means that the regular hunting is over, but another exclusive and more exhilarating game has just begun.”

Every word Geoffrey said struck my sensitive nerves. He was making things clear to me.

He had made sure that Sylvia wouldn’t get out of this alive.

I was so angry that I lashed out.

“Guards, stop him!”

Geoffrey ordered in a shrill voice, and the soldiers around him immediately besieged me.

I kicked them away like flies, my heart burning with anxiety.

‘Sylvia, please hold on a little longer. I’m coming!’