Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 781

Sylvia’s POV:

Shawn’s legs started to tremble from fear. Subconsciously, he assumed Rufus was the one who grabbed his wrist, so he hurriedly explained, “I’m sorry, Prince Rufus. I just saw a bug on Sylvia’s shoulder and wanted to help her get rid of it! Please forgive me!”

“He is not Rufus.” Shawn’s action rendered me quite surprised. I looked at him with contempt and said, “Are you so weak that you can’t even smell his scent?”

Shawn wasn’t that powerful back when I was still in the pack. He would always mess around and indulge himself in l**t. But now, he was so weak that even his sharp sense of smell as a werewolf had degenerated.

Shawn finally straightened his back and let out a sigh of relief when he heard what I said. Then he asked curiously, “So who is this then? Your bodyguard?”

I furiously rolled my eyes at him. “It’s none of your business.”

Shawn didn’t give up. He attempted to remove Blair’s mask, but the latter shoved him to the ground.

“I won’t do that again. Please let me go,” Shawn immediately begged for mercy.

His voice was harsh and unappealing. I could no longer stand it. So I patted Blair’s hand, indicating to him to let go of Shawn.

Snorting, Blair let go of Shawn and eyed him from head to toe.

Shawn’s face was covered with dust and dirt. His face, which had been relatively clean, was now in a mess.

“You might refuse to tell me, but I know you must have eloped with your lover behind Prince Rufus’s back!” Shawn had never changed; he was still as mean as before. I threw a punch at him out of anger.

This caused him to behave better this time. “Since you didn’t come back to accept the position of Beta, why are you here?”

“I want to go to Gamma Mateo’s room when he was still alive.” I didn’t want to keep it from Shawn, so I told him straight up what this trip was for.

“Oh.” Shawn nodded as if he understood what I was about to do. “Did you come back to take your mother’s belongings?”

“How did you know?” I asked out of surprise.

Shawn touched his nose awkwardly. “The main reason why Gamma Mateo insisted on occupying that room after your mother died was because of the things she had left behind. But he had already sold a lot of them to the black market. The only thing remaining is a book. He couldn’t understand a word, nor could he move it and destroy it, so he had no choice but to leave it behind.”

I had a hunch that Gamma Mateo must have known my mother’s true identity. But since he was now dead, I could not confirm it.

“Let me take you there,” Shawn offered and led us to the room. It was rare to see him serious and not goofy like he usually was.

The place my mother used to live was very spacious, with many small rooms inside. The biggest one was the master bedroom, with a smaller guest room. I used to live in that guest room when my mother was still alive.

Inside the master bedroom, there was also a large study room, where the secret room was located.

Shawn skillfully pulled a book from the bookshelf and pressed one of the tiles on the wall.

With a click, the massive bookshelf was opened from the center and turned into an entryway.

The light in the secret room was broken. So we each took a candle and walked inside.

After descending roughly a dozen steps, we reached the secret room.

It was neither big nor small. The wall was painted white, and the floor was covered with a thick cashmere blanket, alleviating the coldness of the underground room.

Inside, it was remarkably bare. Everything had been put away, except for a book sitting silently in a corner.

I recognized at a glance that it was my mother’s inheritance book because it was remarkably identical to the one in Noreen’s lab.