Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 508

Sylvia’s POV:

Vampire food usually had b***d in it, so the only thing I could eat on the table was the bread.

I slowly sliced the bread into pieces and took my time spreading some jam on it. I didn’t eat it though. I just made myself look very busy.

Suddenly, a fake flower was thrown on top of my plate. My eyelashes fluttered slightly, but I ignored it and pretended not to see it.

“I’m so excited to hunt some interesting prey when our werewolf farm opens next month,” Ahern said loudly, trying to get my attention.

I tightened my grip on the jam knife in my hand but didn’t respond.

Ellis sneered with disdain. “Werewolf b***d smells absolutely disgusting. That’s a peasant farm. Only peasant vampires would go there and feed. Since when did you become a peasant?”

“Sometimes, I like the change in my diet. I get tired of eating too many delicacies.” Ahern smacked his lips. “But your words just aroused my appetite. I haven’t gone to the human farm to hunt for several days. I guess I’ll have to go out tonight to unwind.”

I frowned slightly. Since when had the vampires infiltrated human territory?

“And when did your taste become so poor? Although human b***d indeed is truly delicious, it does not compare to that of witches,” the black-haired vampire sitting next to Ahern commented lightly.

Only then did I notice that this vampire was dressed a little differently today. He was wearing peach-colored clothes and pink gloves donned his hands. To top it off, a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose.

Ellis rolled her eyes. “Easy for you to say. Everyone would love to have a taste of their b***d. Unfortunately, witches and wizards are a bit more difficult to deal with than other races, not to mention they disappear whenever they please. It’s better not to provoke them unless necessary. Witches are especially tough. You should pray you’ll never encounter one.”

“How annoying! If only werewolf b***d tasted better. That way, we wouldn’t have to go to human territory,” Lewis complained loudly.

“Are you stupid or something? Werewolves are born with a foul smell, so it’s only natural their b***d smells as bad as they taste. They are the lowest level of food. We wouldn’t choose werewolves’ b***d unless we had no other choice,” Ellis said innocently, adjusting the bowknot on her head.

Bang! I threw the knife on my plate and the vampires all turned to look at me.

I took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Oops. It slipped.”

Ellis clicked her tongue and continued to speak harshly of my race. “Werewolves are the worst. They’ll sell their soul for money. Not only are they foul, but also flirty! Otherwise, how could there be more and more werewolves? They f**k like rabbits!”

I stared at Ellis coldly and said through gritted teeth, “Say that again.”

“I said, you werewolves are the worst, lowest creatures. You’re all dirty and stinky, with horniness in your bones,” Ellis pronounced each word carefully, an evil smile playing at her lips.

Unable to take it anymore, I smashed my fists on the table and glared at Ellis.

Not to be outdone, the vampires all stood up and glared at me with their red eyes, baring their fangs at me.

The atmosphere instantly became tense. I clenched my fists and tried my best to restrain my impulse.

“We only promised to keep you alive, but we never said that we’d return you in one piece. I’m sure it’ll be fine if you lose a couple of limbs,” Ellis said confidently, crossing her arms over her chest.

I sneered coldly. “Is that so? Wait and see.”

After saying that, I immediately transformed into a wolf and pounced on Ellis, throwing her to the floor and sinking my teeth into her shoulder.

Ellis shrieked in pain.