Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 500

Sylvia’s POV:

“Ellis, don’t be rude.” The old man’s voice was old and weak, but the girl immediately fell silent and lowered her head.

Except for the beautiful woman, the other young vampires all sneered and looked at the girl named Ellis with disdain.

Ellis trembled slightly under their burning gazes. Nervous, she smoothed the bowknot and ribbon on her head. Her beautiful face was pale as a ghost, and she seemed to be at a loss.

Amidst the tense atmosphere, I sat upright in my seat and looked at them silently, not daring to make a sound.

These young men and women all looked noble and beautiful, and upon a closer look, they all looked a bit similar. I guessed that they were related by b***d. But… It seemed to me that they all disliked each other.

The beautiful woman didn’t pay attention to any of them. Even though Ellis was scolded by the old man just now, her expression didn’t change at all.

It seemed that the relationship between members of this family was a bit tense, to say the least.

The old man looked up at me, and his tone calmed down. “You are our guest, so there’s no need for you to join the praying if you don’t feel like it.”

I nodded and didn’t say anything, because I didn’t know what to say. This place was too strange.

“My name is Hobson Maurice,” the old man introduced himself after they prayed.

I was shocked. Hobson was the head of the Maurice clan!

Even those who didn’t dabble in the politics of the empire would have heard of this name.

As one of the few pure vampires in the whole vampire race, Hobson was notoriously powerful.

If the werewolf race had their god of war, Leonard, the vampire race had their most terrifying devil, Hobson.

It was thanks to the existence of these two powerful warriors that the werewolf race and the vampire race reached a stalemate and signed the truce agreement.

But, to my surprise, Hobson was actually so… old.

The vampires were a race that almost never grew old. The more powerful a vampire was, the more they could maintain their youthful face.

Yet the Hobson before me looked quite old and frail.

“Miss Todd, you look shocked.” Hobson stared at me with his eagle-like eyes. His hair was grey and his back was hunched. While he looked like a fragile old man, his aura was undoubtedly domineering and powerful.

“No, no. I’m just a little dazed after sleeping for so long.” I quickly put on a straight face, pretending to know nothing about him.

“In that case, I’ll ask Nicole to make some tea for you,” Hobson said casually without pressing me further. Then he gently tapped the edge of his plate with a silver spoon, signaling that we could start eating.

I looked at the meat on the plate and hesitated slightly. I had no idea what the purpose of this dinner was, and I didn’t know what Hobson thought of me, let alone whether he wanted me to live or die.

When I was hesitating, Hobson fixed his sharp eyes on me again.

“Why aren’t you eating? Are you dissatisfied with the hospitality of the Maurice clan?”

Hearing this, all the vampires who were eating like robots at the table instantly turned to look at me.

The beautiful woman’s eyes flitted to the untouched meat on my plate then quickly looked away. It seemed that she was not interested in me.

The other young men and women, on the other hand, looked very excited. Their red eyes lit up, as though they were watching their prey fall into their trap.