Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

“‘Idiot! I told you to run away, but you’re just standing there, frozen!” Noreen’s eyes were close to jumping out of their sockets. Her voice grew sharp with anger as she glared at me. “It’s over now. You were hit by Hubson’s power.

You’ll become his puppet in no time.’

“Why do you talk so much? Can’t you just shut up?” I snapped at Noreen. At a time like this, if she couldn’t help, she should at least not make anything more difficult than it already was! Had she not gotten on Hubson’s nerves, things wouldn’t have turned out like this

At least I could have bought us some time. But no. She chose not to do anything pleasant.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The ropes on my body tightened a little, and the familiar sense of pressure surged up again. It was slowly becoming clear to me now that the vampire from the amusement park was related to Hubson in some way. Why else would the

powers of two vampires be so similar?

As far as I knew, similar powers were only bestowed to vampires of the same family or bloodline, only differing in strength.

I concocted a spell with my fingers, attempting to break Hubson’s restraints, as stealthy as I could undertake. However, it seemed the power within me had evanesced into thin air, leaving me with nothing but helplessness.

“Hubson, we were once partners after all. Within the past five years when I was the Alpha at the border, I haven’t hurt anyone in your family, have I? Are we just going to throw that all away?” I tried to convince Hubson to stop, since I failed at my attempt to break free from the ropes. Honestly speaking, among all the vampires I knew, Hubson was relatively the most reasonable and still maintained a bit of gentlemanly demeanor.

Hubson burst into laughter. He raised his withered arm and threw a sneer at me.

“Cut the crap. I’m close to dying. Trading the peace of the two races for my life?

It doesn’t sound half bad to me.”

Well, one thing that could be learned from this was to never try to reason with someone who only wanted to survive. Black Death Curse had exhausted Hubson’s education and morality.

I could clearly feel the restraints on my body gradually tghtening again after Hubson spat those words. I could feel my bones and meridians being intensely compressed. If it went on like this, it would not be surprising if I exploded and died. But I was not one who easily gave up

The suffocating feeling was killing me, but when I thought about Beryl, the pain was something I could ignore.

Just as I was about to be out of breath, the restraint vanished altogether. The golden runes on the surface of my body seemed to come alive, like tiny insects moving, and slowly burrowed into my skin, permeating my meridians. Soon as they entered, they disappeared like they were never even there.

“Go and hand over that kid to me.”

Hubson’s voice resonated from the depths of my mind. His voice was vague as if it came from an abyss, and could barely even be heard. I was certain that Hubson didn’t open his mouth to speak, but I heard his voice.

I didn’t want to obey that order, but my body began to act on its own accord, completely ignoring my own willingness. Subconsciously, I felt anxious, and in the blink of an eye, I found myself standing by the bed.

Noreen, who was in Beryl’s body, looked up at me in a daze. I, too, was in utter disbelief by what was happening. Soon, she snapped out of her trance, realizing in what position she was, and threw words she thought would be useful in keeping me from obeying Hubson. “Get away! Are you going to hand over your daughter just like that, idiot?”

In Noreen’s eyes glinted something that I could pinpoint as fear. She curled up, and I could make out how she trembled. She then resorted to changing her voice and mimicked my child’s and cried out, “Mommy, don’t give me to the bad guy. I don’t want to be in pain. He’ll surely just torture me. Your baby will die!” My heart was torn apart with anguish. How could I bear to hand Beryl over? It was hard for me, a ‘mother, to put my child’s life in danger. But my body was not my own right now; my hand involuntarily reached for the chains.

Noreen cried in despair. Even I couldn’t tell whether it was Noreen or Beryl who was crying.

A searing pain surged through my mind as Beryl’s voice intensely stimulated my nerves. I covered my ears in agony, my face crumpling, showing signs of struggle.

At this time, Hubson’s surprised voice came. “You still have your consciousness?!