Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 520

Sylvia’s POV:

I was startled to hear that. How could my b***d smelled like a black witch?

‘Nonsense! Like father, like children. The entire family was insane.’

I couldn’t care less, so I pulled out my hand from his hold with all my strength.

I rubbed my wrist as a pang of regret settled on my heart. I should have thought of a different way to escape. I was stuck now. To make things worse, I have gotten into big trouble.

Looking at Hobson’s bloodthirsty face, I pursed my lips and retreated slightly, ready to fight.

“Noreen’s scent!” Hobson stared at me and slowly crawled out of the coffin, like a wild demon.

“You’re wrong. How could I smell like the black witch? That’s crazy!” I retorted as I stepped back toward the door.

Hobson chuckled, and the wrinkles on his face grew more prominent. He pursed his purple lips; his eyes glinted with malice. “How could I be wrong? I won’t forget Noreen’s scent even in my dreams.”

His face contorted with rage. “It was she who made me like this.”

“What’s that got to do with me?” I was in no mood to listen to his nonsense, so I turned around to leave.

But to my surprise, Hobson ran behind me and grabbed my neck.

His ferocity soared, and his sharp fangs grew bigger.

I desperately struggled to free myself from his hold but couldn’t. My lungs constricted, and I could feel my feet gradually leave the floor. “Let me go!”

Hobson’s eyes turned red. He strangled my neck with all his strength.

I slapped his hands as my face turned red. I could hear my drumming heart.

The moment my vision grew blurry and my mind went blank, Hobson suddenly loosened his grip on my neck.

He grabbed my hand and gently rubbed it against his sharp teeth. B***d instantly trickled out, and its scent wafted in the air.

Hobson’s red eyes glinted with excitement as he greedily licked my hand.

I felt like I were his prey.

It looked like he was about to devour me. Judging from his expression, Hobson no longer cared about his agreement with Geoffrey.

I felt a searing pain in my hand as Hobson continued to suck my b***d like a maniac.

At that moment, I found his dry fingers had restored their original condition, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to gradually disappear.

‘Oh, God! Is this some kind of sorcery?’ Dread and unease settled in the pit of my stomach.

I couldn’t believe my b***d was healing Hobson.

However, I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions.

I only wanted to leave this place.

I pushed Hobson away and looked at the bite on my hand. My skin had turned blue and began to rapidly swell.

I rubbed the back of my hand against the hem of my dress, trying to wipe away the b***d and the disgusting sensation.

Hobson’s looked at my hand with disbelief. “Only Noreen’s b***d has the power to remove the curse she has cast on me.”

Then, he dropped his gaze to his hands which had returned to normal. “It proves that you’re Noreen. Do you still want to play tricks with me?” Hobson cackled like a maniac.

“I don’t understand what you’re saying. It’s just a coincidence. Maybe the witch lied to you and only a werewolf’s b***d can remove your curse.” I refuted his fallacy without even thinking about it.

‘How could he think I was the damned black witch? That was plain crazy.’

But I was still panicking. Even I didn’t believe my words and knew it wouldn’t convince Hobson.

Hobson snorted and licked the b***d stains on his lips. He soon returned to his normal self, looking like a thirty-year-old man with renewed vitality. He looked handsome and elegant. However, the greed and madness in his eyes betrayed his looks.

“Don’t forget your agreement with Geoffrey,” I warned him coldly.

At that moment, his fingers gradually became dry, and wrinkles once again emerged on his face. He was aging again.

Hobson’s face turned pale with fright as he raked his eyes across his body in disbelief. “Why is this happening?”