Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 501
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Sylviaâs POV:
My heart banged against my chest anxiously and my hands, which were resting on my knees underneath the table, clenched tightly.
âThe food is delicious! Why isnât she eating? She has no taste,â Ellis muttered under her breath.
Hobson coughed to warn her.
Forcing a smile, I picked up the knife and fork.
These vampires really seemed to treat me as their guest, so I doubted theyâd poison my food.
So I sliced a piece of steak with the knife. Red b***d instantly gushed out and pooled in my plate.
The meat was practically raw!
My hands froze. I slowly looked up at the others at the table and found that they were staring at me.
Pursing my lips, I took a deep breath. I stabbed the slice of meat with my fork and brought it close to my mouth. It smelled strongly of b***d and raw meat.
I could already imagine what it would taste likeâin a word, disgusting.
But it could be fatal to reject this food in front of all these vampires. After all, I was greatly outnumbered.
I squeezed my eyes shut and put the piece of steak into my mouth, intending to swallow it without chewing.
But I quickly realized that it wasnât beef at all.
Despite all the pairs of red eyes fixated on me, I couldnât help but spit out the mystery meat. I didnât want to know what kind of meat it was.
Disgusted with the lingering taste in my mouth, I picked up the red wine in front of me and gulped it down.
However, the strong taste of metallic b***d exploded in my mouth, and the thick liquid went down my throat, like a dense spider web wrapping itself around my whole body.
I rushed to the nearest trash can and vomited.
It was not red wine at all, but human b***d.
âThis glass of human b***d was specially processed and preserved. It came from a sixteen-year-old virgin. Itâs the most delicious of all b***d.â There was a rare smile in Hobsonâs calm voice. But he seemed to feel sorry for me because he then asked the servant to serve me a glass of real red wine.
I didnât dare to touch the glass in front of me, even if it supposedly wasnât human b***d in it.
Hobson raised his glass and proposed a toast to me. âItâs a rare delicacy, Miss Todd. Donât you want to try it again? Maybe youâll like it this time.â
I put down the napkin coldly and refused his kindness. âNo, thank you.â
Hobson sighed. âWhat a pity.â
I noticed that most of the contents in his glass had been drained. The others at the table were also enjoying the thick red liquid in the glasses.
Fighting the urge to vomit again, I lowered my head, but when I saw the red meat on my plate, I lost my appetite.
âMiss Todd, if you really donât want to eat this, Iâll ask Nicole to bring you some cooked food,â Hobson added, as though he was a generous host.
âNo, thanks. Iâm not hungry.â I pushed the plate in front of me away, took a deep breath, and stopped beating around the bush. âWhy did you kidnap me?â
Hobson also put down his knife and fork and looked at me calmly. âWe didnât kidnap you. We just wanted to invite you here to stay with us for three daysâas our guest. Weâll let you leave as soon as the time comes.â
âReally? Youâll let me go, just like that?â I didnât believe a word he said. The Maurice clan had been hiding for years. I doubted they wouldâve shown themselves to me like this if they werenât going to benefit hugely.
âHow complicated did you think it was?â Hobson asked with an emotionless smile.
After a momentâs silence, I began to test Hobsonâs patience. âSince you have invited me here as a guest, you should at least treat me as a guest, right?â
Hobson nodded. âThat makes sense.â
âI donât like being locked in a dark room,â I said boldly.
âThen you can have the freedom to roam the grounds. The attic on the top floor, however, is off limits. And you cannot leave the castle.â Hobson immediately understood what I meant and asked Ellis to show me around.
Ellis agreed reluctantly.