Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 562

Ashley’s POV:

I carefully retraced the steps that led up to here. It seemed that Layla had specifically led us to this stone chamber.

And it was Layla who found the hidden key hole on the wall first!

From the very beginning, there were clues. We just didn’t know where to look.

Layla had already set up the trap and simply waited for us to fall into it.

If that was the case, then it was possible that Layla was just pretending she had been caught by vampires.

But why? Why would she do this? If she was really Noreen, why did she pretend to be a normal she-wolf and get close to Sylvia and the others?

With the powerful ability of a black witch, there was no need for her to go to such lengths to achieve her goal.

“If you don’t come here right this instant, I’ll let you go down with Sylvia and Flora,” Layla warned me coldly.

“Okay, okay! I’m coming!” I quickly collected myself and approached her.

Her gaze stone cold, Layla stared at me as if she was trying to figure out what was on my mind.

She was only a few steps away, but I broke out in a cold sweat on my way to her.

I swallowed and asked cautiously, “What’re we going to do now?”

Layla tore her eyes away from me. There was no emotion in her beautiful face. She reached out and flipped the mirror in front of her. The scene around us instantly changed. The mirrors in the room all disappeared, and many magnificent furnishings appeared out of nowhere.

“Only women are allowed to enter this place,” Layla explained vaguely.

I realized what she meant. This was why those soldiers couldn’t come in.

Layla approached a round table, knocked on it three times with her fingers, and two glasses of red wine appeared. She picked up one of the glasses and took a sip of the wine. Then she turned to smile at me and beckoned. “Try it. It tastes like human b***d.”

I didn’t dare to move. Glued to the spot, I asked her furtively, “How are Sylvia and others? Are they dead?”

Layla set the glass down gracefully and sank into a lounge chair. “Don’t worry. I don’t have the heart to kill Sylvia.”

My jaw tightened. I didn’t believe a word Layla said.

Everything was just so strange. What was her purpose?

If not to kill Sylvia, then what?

Even though I didn’t really care whether Sylvia lived or not, the sudden turn of events made me really nervous. I had to admit that I had only agreed to help Sylvia because I had an ulterior motive.

I planned to use my special power on her when she relaxed her vigilance against me. Then I would take her back to the castle and offer her up to Hobson.

Only in that way could I regain my dignity and ensure my position in his clan. After all, I had been a slave to the werewolves for so long because his children had set me up.

It was a terrible shame for a vampire.

But never in my wildest dreams did I expect that Layla would act faster than me. So what was her motive?

Looking at the unfathomable woman in front of me, I was lost in my thoughts.

My top priority now was to replace out if she was Noreen or not.

If she was really Noreen, then perhaps I could make a deal with her.

It was beneficial to have a powerful ally. If I cooperated with her, perhaps Hobson would look at me with new eyes.

After hesitating for a while, I finally plucked up the courage and asked, “If I’m not mistaken, you’re a witch, am I right? And this is your private domain. Sylvia had mentioned that Noreen’s scent was on the pendant. Why?”

Layla smiled at me meaningfully. “What exactly do you want to know?”

“I…” My voice faltered. I didn’t dare to say anything anymore.

“What’s your special power?” Layla changed the topic suddenly.

“I can hallucinate people and change into anyone the other party wants to see in their hallucination,” I said softly.

“Well, then use your special power on me.” Layla spoke so casually like she was only discussing with me what to eat for dinner.

But her words sent a chill down my spine.