The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 520

Sylvia's POV:

I was startled to hear that. How could my blood 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. Blood instantly trickled out, and its scent wafted in the air.

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