Chapter 450
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 450 The Vampire’s Talent
Rufus’ POV:
The she-wolf in front of me trembled all over and knelt on the floor. Her cheeks were stained with tears,
and her hair was messy. I could keenly see the red hand marks I left on her neck.
“Ashley?” I sat at the table and stared at her coldly. The rage that stirred in my heart was getting more
and more uncontroble.
The sl*ve nodded timidly, her eyes wide with panic and uneasiness.
I snorted. Obviously, this was Geoffrey’s doing.
When the sl*ve pushed me to the bed just now, I had already known that something was wrong. The
restlessness in my b*ody wasn’t from l*st, but from the approaching full moon.
If she really was Sylvia, her scent would’veforted me. Although this fake smelled exactly like
Sylvia, her scent only served to irritate me even more.
The second I realized this, the woman in front of me started to change. It was Ashley, the female sl*ve
who had performed at the banquet earlier.
I almost strangled her to death. It was Omar who stopped me and was my voice of reason.
I took a deep breath and smelled something murky floating in the air. It wasing from the sl*ve. It
smelled so terrible that I nearly lost control of myself.
Fortunately, I managed to f0rce myself to calm down, despite my eyes turning a devilish red. First of all,
I needed to figure out how she made herself look and even smell like Sylvia.
Just then, the sl*ve stumbled over to me and made random gestures. She had hinted that she couldn’t
speak from the beginning.
“You want a piece of paper and a pen?” I asked coldly.
The sl*ve nodded vigorously. Fear seemed to overtake her because she began to cry again.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to fly into a rage. Annoyed beyond belief, I reached for a pen
and paper from the table and threw them to her.
The sl*ve picked up the pen in a hurry and started scrawling on the paper with her trembling hand.
A few secondster, she gingerly ced the note on the table and quickly retreated back to the
bedside, fearing that I would K*ll her.
Snorting impatiently, I picked up the note and tried to read it. The handwriting on it was so messy that I
could barely make out a word.
I narrowed my eyes and did my best to decipher each scribble.
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In the end, I was able to glean from her messy note that she was a vampire whose special power had
to do with hallucination. That was to say, the reason why she could look and even smell the same as
Sylvia was because of this.
The note also mentioned that the reason why she couldn’t speak was because Geoffrey had poisoned
her. So, everything that I had heard earlier didn’te from Ashley’s mouth. It came from my
imagination.
I stared at the note for a long time before looking at her. “Do you know the secrets of this pack?”
With trembling lips, the sl*ve nodded, and then quickly shook her head.
“What is it? Yes, or no?” I pursed my lips unhappily and felt my patience running thin. If it weren’t for
the information she might have, I would’ve thrown her out by now.
Tears streamed down the sl*ve’s face. She nodded desperately, sping her hands together and
rubbing them, as though she was begging me not to K*ll her. I ignored her and held the note over a
lighter.
Fire engulfed the note. In the dark room, only the female sl*ve’s sobs could be heard. I looked at what
was left of the note in the ashtray and put my thoughts in order for a while.
Then I stood up and walked to the sl*ve. The sl*ve was so frightened that she covered her face in her
hands and shrank into the corner. I continued walking to her expressionlessly.
She knelt on the floor, crying and kowtowing to me, Str!pped of any semnce of dignity. She opened
her mouth and seemed to want to say something, but she couldn’t make a sound.
The vampire sl*ve looked up at me with wide eyes, looking extremely desperate. But what was she
afraid of?
I wasn’t nning to K*ll her.