Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 97

Sylvia’s POV:

“What’s the matter?”

I was surprised to see Warren, the arrogant, eccentric werewolf, walk up to me. He despised me, after all. Why did he want to talk to me now?

Warren cleared his throat and shifted on his feet as if he were in a dilemma. After hesitating for a long time, I saw him blush. He didn’t seem like the same strong, powerful werewolf anymore.

“What are you waiting for?” Flora asked anxiously as she scratched her head.

Seeing Warren look at her, Flora hid behind me. “I didn’t mean to urge you. I was afraid the canteen would close, and we all might end up starving.”

Warren nodded in understanding. “You go to the canteen. I only want to talk to Sylvia.”

“No way! Is it something I shouldn’t hear?” Flora pouted to show her disagreement.

I knew she was worried about me. After all, Warren had injured me last time.

I comforted her with a smile. “Flora, you go first. I’ll join you soon.”

Flora studied my face for a moment and then nodded. “All right. I’ll get something for you as well. Remember to come and eat as soon as possible.”

With that, she ran away like a chick who had just escaped from the cage.

I smiled with amusement and walked to a secluded place with Warren.

Warren turned around and looked at me. “Are you going to attend the ball on Friday evening?”

My face darkened, and my vigilance reached its peak. “How did you know that?”

“It’s none of your business.” Warren grew irritable all of a sudden. He looked both annoyed and anxious. “Do you know what purpose this ball serves?”

“No. I don’t,” I answered him coldly. His unreasonable questions offended me. Even though I had a vague idea of the purpose of the party, Rufus asked me to be his date himself, and I didn’t want to retreat.

“You…” It seemed like Warren didn’t expect me to be cold to him.

Just then, his phone rang, and I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him anymore.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave now.”

I turned to leave, but Warren stopped me. He decisively rejected the call as if he had made up his mind.

“I think you must know the purpose of the party, Sylvia.”

I stopped in my tracks and turned to stare at him, gesturing for him to go on.

“The ball will be hosted by the queen, Laura, herself. Although the guests would find their dates in advance, most of them would go there alone. And most of those invited to the ball are single noble ladies in the imperial capital.” Warren paused to observe my reaction.

“So what?” I replied emotionlessly.

“Every lady attending the ball belongs to a reputed family,” Warren said bluntly. He meant I didn’t deserve to attend the ball.

“I know my place. You don’t have to remind me.” I sneered.

I was always very clear about my identity. That was why I trained vigorously every day, trying to keep myself busy. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to control my heart that yearned for Rufus and thought about him every waking moment.

The strict hierarchy could only enslave me but not my heart and soul. No cage could restrain my thoughts. If I didn’t even have the right to like someone, then there would be no difference between me and a filthy rat in the gutter.

“I’m not mocking you, Sylvia.” Warren frowned. “Don’t you understand? Queen Laura is hosting the ball to find a match for Prince Rufus. It’s actually a blind date party. She wants Prince Rufus to pick a noble lady at the ball as his future mate. I don’t think you should go there.”

‘What? Was it a blind date party?’ I pursed my lips and remained silent. My heart sank at the thought of Rufus having a mate from the noble bloodline. My pride and joy shattered in an instant.

“You are just a slave. If you attend the ball as Prince Rufus’ date, it will undoubtedly humiliate all the other noble ladies. It’s a disgrace to the queen. You will end up ruining the relationship between Prince Rufus and his mother.”

I raised my head to look at Warren. His words made me tremble.