Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Crystal’s POV:

Arron stared at Beryl in disbelief, his mouth hanging open. “

“Bervl, what

are you saying? How could you curse at Ian like that?”Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Beryl turned away from him, meeting my gaze with a look of defiance.

“Isn’t it true?” She demanded. “You’ve all been taken in by my act, but this one is too smart to be fooled.”

I balled my hands into fists, trying to steady my trembling voice. “Who are you?” I demanded, even though I already knew the answer. I needed to hear her say it, to confirm my worst fears.

Beryl tilted her head to the side, blinking innocently at me. “Mom, you already know, don’t you?” she said, a small, innocent smile playing at the corners of her lips.

And then, in the blink of an eye, Noreen’s voice filled the place. “Or would you like me to prove it?” she said, her tone dripping with malice. “Sylvia.” With a flick of her hair, Beryl finished speaking, and lan, who had been poised for a fight, sprang forward. In one swift motion, he pinned Beryl beneath his muscular frame, ready to bite into her.

“Ian, no! That’s Beryl’s body you’re attacking. If you hurt her, Beryl will suffer as well!” I pleaded, trying to reason with him. My heart pounded noisily in my chest.

He paused, his eyes full of desperation as he stared at me helplessly.

“What? Sylvia, are you afraid? It seems that Beryl’s body is really useful.

I haven’t felt such a perfect fit in a long time.” Noreen spoke with a sinister gleam in her eye.

“And I’ve noticed something else about Beryl,’

she said, a wicked smile twisting her lips. “It seems she’s inherited your power, Sylvia. The power of the black witch runs strong in her veins, stronger than I ever could have imagined.”

She cackled with delight, relishing in the knowledge of her discovery. “I was right all along. The offspring of a black witch and a werewolf are not to be underestimated. Perhaps we can make a deal, Sylvia.”

“Shut up!” I snapped. “We will never be partners. We can only be enemies!”

My fury surged and I fixed Noreen with a venomous gaze,

Her expression twisted with contempt as she taunted me, “Five years wasted and you’re still as weak as ever. Your flaws have only rultiplied, and your heart is still too soft.” She sneered with malice.

Suddenly, a sharp metallic rasp pierced the air as Noreen produced a dagger from her sleeve with astonishing speed. Before I could react, she viciously slashed it across lan’s throat.

Rufus lunged towards Ian at lightning speed, but it was too late. B***d spurted from the open wound, drenching the ground in a gruesome pool.

I sprinted over to check on lan. The blade had sliced so deeply that it was a miracle his neck wasn’t severed completely.

The pungent stench of b***d filled my nostrils as lan lay on the ground, struggling for breath.

With a frantic rush, I discarded my coat and wanted to stop the bleeding.

Meanwhile, Rufus was occupied with Noreen.

Her soul was trapped in Beryl’s body, rendering her incapable of harnessing the full extent of her witchcraft abilities. She required a substantial amount of time to formulate any sort of attack. The crystal ball she conjured was minuscule, akin to the size of a thumb, a far cry from her days as a black witch capable of performing prodigious feats.

The colossal disparity between, her former and present selves propelled Noreen into a state of heightened anxiety.

Though she evaded Rufus’ advances and attempted to flee, her endeavor was futile. When she was confronted by the indomitable werewolf king, her defeat was inevitable.

Rufus rapidly overpowered Noreen, relieved her of the dagger, and discarded it carelessly.

Fear consumed Arron at the scene and tears streamed down his face. “Ian is hurt! What’s happened to my sister?” he cried out.

“Don’t be afraid, Arron. Ian will be fine. Wipe away your tears and get the doctors,” I reassured him, my hands stained with lan’s b***d. Gripping his artery tightly, I couldn’t afford to let go, so I implored Arron to call for assistance.

Okay,” he replied, weeping uncontrollably as he dashed out of the garden, colliding with Laura and her guards outside.

Clutching onto Laura’s leg, Arron pleaded, “Grandnia, please find the doctors! lan is hurt! He has lost a lot of b***d. He is dying!”

Though she was unaware of who Ian was, Laura was quick to take action when she heard of his critical condition. She immediately dispatched her men to fetch the doctors