Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 561

Ashley’s POV:

When I saw the shelves full of magic potions, I felt extremely excited.

Perhaps I’d find the antidote to the curse Hubson was suffering from! That way, I could win his favor.

I couldn’t wait to follow Sylvia and Flora into the room.

But just as I took one step forward, I felt someone yank my hand backward.

Before I realized what was going on, the room in front of me collapsed and disappeared without a trace.

The change had happened in the blink of an eye.

I screamed and tried to rescue Flora and Sylvia, but it was too late. They had completely disappeared together with the room.

Cold beads of sweat broke out from my forehead. I fell to my knees and muttered in a daze, “How could this have happened…”

“You scare easily, don’t you?” Layla’s voice brought me back to reality.

I looked up at her with a lingering fear. “How did you know something was wrong? You pulled me back at such a critical moment…”

Layla glanced at me before she turned around and walked towards the wall.

I got up in a hurry and followed her. “How did you know that the room would collapse like that? Had you been here before? Why didn’t you warn us?”

Layla’s hand reached up to fluff her beautiful curly hair. She glanced at me indifferently and said in a casual tone, “Cunning witches are bound to set traps in their domains. It should go without saying that we have to be careful.”

My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. Layla’s eyes were like that of a viper, sending a chill down my spine.

When I first saw her, I had thought she was just a pretty but dumb she-wolf.

But now, I got the feeling that there was more to her than I had thought.

She was eerily calm.

“What about Sylvia and Flora? We have to find them!” I licked my dry lips and said urgently.

Layla didn’t answer me. Instead, she slowly walked to the wall.

The whole stone chamber had gone quiet. Other than the sound of Layla’s footsteps, I could only hear my own breathing.

The accident had happened way too suddenly. Hobson had mentioned that once one fell into a black witch’s trap, it would be nearly impossible to escape.

A black witch was never soft-hearted, especially to those who break into her domain without permission.

The trap was probably fatal to whoever stepped foot in it.

Panic welled up inside me as I feared the worst had happened to Sylvia and Flora.

I gulped, feeling more and more uneasy as the seconds ticked by.

Layla was acting weird. Even if she sensed that something was wrong, she wouldn’t have saved me first.

Sylvia and Flora were her friends, while I only met her once before during the banquet at the first night they came to Geoffrey’s pack. We haven’t even talked to each other until today.’

“Sweetie, don’t be afraid. The game has just begun.” Layla smiled at me. There was an inexplicable glint in her eye. She touched the wall behind her casually, and the corresponding wall swung open, revealing a bedroom behind it.

I peeked inside. The bedroom was very dark and gloomy.

Layla snapped her fingers and all the white candles around suddenly lit up.

Only then did I see what the bedroom really looked like. Other than a bed with drapes around it, the rest of the room was full of mirrors.

I opened my eyes wide and had a sinking feeling about this.

“What are you waiting for? Come!” Layla snapped impatiently.

Then it clicked. The she-wolf in front of me was actually Noreen, the owner of this domain.