Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

I swiveled my head as Hubson’s voice echoed in the room. My muscles tensed uncomfortably.

“Damn it!” Hubson cursed, his gruff voice accentuating his bloodied appearance.

He bore an even more ghastly visage than before. The realization dawned upon him that the sitation was dire, prompting a commanding order, “Seize that child!

Two vampires emerged from the shadows and sprang forward, hurtling toward the bed.

My mind snapped with tension as they drew closer to Beryl’s fragile form.

Without hesitation, I seized them and hurled them away.

Beryl’s safety was paramount; this thought swirled in my mind. I understood that any harm befalling her would bring me unbearable anguish. As a mother, could not bear the thought of failing to protect my own flesh and b***d.

Hubson stared at me in utter disbelief, his eyes wide with shock. “How can this be? Even if you still possess consciousness, you should never have broken free from my control!”

1 yearned to sneer at him to assert my defiance, but his influence still held sway over me. My facial muscles strained, as I struggled to maintain composure, but all I could muster was a forced smile.

“That’s impossible!” Hubson’s sanity seemed to slip further, his eyes darting around as he muttered to himself, “It must be a deception. I am a pure-blooded vampire, and no one can resist the power generated by my b***d. How can this be?”

Noreen erupted into scornful laughter. “You old bastard,” she cackled. “Stop struggling! Do not dare to challenge the unwavering strength of a mother’s love You shall never comprehend the depths she would plunge to keep her child safe.”

Hubson seethed with rage, consumed by the humiliation. His voice boomed as he ordered his men to take Beryl away again.

In the blink of an eye, the restraints binding me weakened granting me control over my own body. I wrung my fingers silently.

Without mercy, I engaged in a brutal fight against the encroaching vampires.

Noreen’s overconfidence resurfaced. “I’ve said it before. Hubson, you are no match for her, She’s a potent blend of witch and werewolf, possessing bot formidable magical prowess and a savage wolfs strength. How do the likes of you vampires expect to stand against her? You’re nothing but losers!” I grumbled with irritation at Noreen. She proved to be an incessant annoyance.

Couldn’t she simply keep her mouth shut? Did she not understand the danger of provoking enemies during a battle? It would only unleash their potential.

As expected, the vampires lurking in the shadows sprang into action, fueled by Noreen’s words.

With ho alternative, I seized the opportunity to launch an offensive, my actions swift and relentless as I struck at Hubson’s vulnerable spots.

If Hubson perished, all would be resolved.

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During the lull, he tapped into his special power again. The room pulsated with surging b***d, transforming into intricate golden runes that surged into my body.

An agonized cry escaped my lips as my internal organs were ravaged. A distant voice echoed in my mind, commanding, “Kill Noreen!”

My body froze, while my mind exploded like a symphony of dazzling fireworks.

Sweat pooled on my skin.

No! I refused to let anything happen to Beryl.

An unwavering resolve surged within me despite the excruciating pain coursing through my entire being, as if a colossal vehicle had collided with me, twisting and reshaping my body. My flesh, stripped and vulnerable, began to seep drops of scarlet. Through, relentless struggle, I finally wrested free from Hubson’s control.

“How could this be?” Hubson cried once again, erupting into a rage.

And only then did I realize that the shimmering golden runes had been forcefully expelled from my body.

Yet, another set of runes appeared in their place.

Incensed, Hubson bellowed,

“That son of a bitch! You’ve been embraced by him!”