The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia)

Chapter 30 Counterattack

Sylvia's POV:

I was surrounded by all sorts of noise. Although they were dressed in gorgeous clothes, their mouths spouted the most vicious of words. Their eyes were full of hatred, as if they were nailing me to the cross in their minds.

Several she-wolves pulled on my dress. The accessories keeping my hair up had already fallen out. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying not to let my dress fall.

I tried pushing them away and escaping from this siege, but more and more werewolves just kept appearing. They all had ferocious smiles on their faces, like famished predators finally seeing prey again after a long time.

My body had frozen up. With my fists clenched, I was preparing to fight back, but I stumbled on my high heels and fell to the ground.

My dress was an absolute mess and my hair had just fallen loosely down my shoulders. I looked completely miserable and disheveled, like a helpless, broken boat being tossed around by the ocean's violent waves.

Maya had disappeared to somewhere. It was good she was not here. It was better that I suffer this humiliation alone.

"Are you always horny whenever you see a man, bitch? Well, you deserve to get played by men anyway!"

"You think you look so good in that dress? Do you really think it makes you a lady? Take it off! You don't deserve to wear that!"

"I mean, just look at her face. She's practically born to be a tramp!"

The she-wolves took turns insulting me with so much gusto. It was as if I had dug up the graves of their families with how much anger they were venting at me.

The male werewolves stood on the side to watch the show, some even whistling obnoxiously.

Holding back my tears, I tried to get up but Cherry quickly pulled my hair and grabbed my face forcefully.

There was bitterness written all over Cherry's face. Her thick black eyeliner made her expression look all the more upset, and it didn't help that her voice was so unpleasant and high-pitched. "Listen here, you little bitch. Don't even think for a second that you will live a better life here at the imperial palace. You are going to stay a slave. You're nothing but a slut, just like your mother. Look, your mother never even knew who your father was because she slept with random men. Who knows? Maybe you'll be an even greater slut than your mother."

When I heard Cherry's words, my mind went blank. My vision turned red and I found the strength to shove Cherry to the ground.

"Do not talk about my mother that way!" Without thinking twice, I slapped her hard across the face. I thought I could endure this beating tonight, but I was not going to tolerate any slander about my mother. Cherry had crossed the line.

"Bitch, let go of me!" Cherry shrieked. She tried to grab my hair again to push me away, but she couldn't.

I glared at Cherry and slapped her with my hand a few more times. "Did your mother never teach you manners? I think it's time you've learned your lesson!"

"This she-wolf! She's crazy! Damn it, hurry up and get her off of me!" Cherry cried out to the others.

My body felt like an overbearing force was just flowing uncontrollably out of it. I had lost all reason and the only thing on my mind was to beat Cherry up. I was determined to make those who insulted my mother pay the rightful price.

Some of the other she-wolves grabbed my shoulders and tried to pull me away.

"Fuck off!" I turned to them with wild eyes. "Don't touch me unless you want to die like her!" They were frightened and stopped in their tracks, looking at each other. For a moment, no one dared to stop me.

I pulled Cherry up from the ground by her hair. Her face had gotten swollen and red from all the slapping, but she still didn't seem to run out of curses. In my anger, I slapped her once more. I didn't care about anything anymore. Since I was at a low point in my life, I didn't care what I did with it. If I had to die today, at least I died overcoming my enemies. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"You bitch, I'm going to kill you!" At this time, a male werewolf in gold uniform was rushing up to me. He waved a golden flask in his hand, his weapon of choice to smack my head with. "How dare you beat up the goddess of my heart? You're going to die tonight!"

I simply turned my head and pushed him away. He fell to the ground and looked at me in disbelief. "What? How did you do that?" Murmurs filled the air. I heard mocking voices from the crowd, but they were directed at the male werewolf on the ground who couldn't even get close to the slave girl. I sneered and chuckled, finally calming down.

At this, the werewolf's face darkened as he glared at me.

"I will kill you today!" He stood up and roared, running toward me again.

I shoved Cherry to the ground and turned to him, ready to fight. Just as he was close enough, I was going to take the opportunity to kick him in the groin, but the hem of my dress had gotten caught. I

had lost my balance and stumbled to the ground.

The werewolf grabbed my hair with his fist and pinned me to the ground.

"Maybe if you kneel and call me master, I can let you go," he snorted. He pulled on my hair so hard that I thought it was all going to come off.

I gritted my teeth painfully. "Since when did a dog like you learn to speak like that?"

"You bitch!" The werewolf's eyes widened with anger and I saw him look at the tear on my dress. I could tell he was up to no good.

I struggled against his grip in desperation, but he had gotten too firm of a hold on me.

Just when I was about to transform into a wolf, a man with golden hair and dressed in military uniform appeared, stopping the farce with his men.