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

Chapter 101 Mysterious Message Sender

Cherry's POV:

The night sky was dark because the moon didn't come out tonight. Only the wind blew, making the trees sway.

I was only wearing a camisole and miniskirt, huddling in the grass in the back garden of the royal palace with my arms crossed. It was so fucking cold. But I didn't mind as long as I could meet Prince Richard.

At this moment, I heard voices from a distance, gradually approaching my spot. I shrank back to avoid being discovered. It took me a lot of effort to get a pass to the royal palace, so I should keep a low profile.

I hid in the dark and watched a group of beautiful ladies dressed in fancy clothes pass by. They were laughing, and their laughter was so pleasing to the ear. They were talking about the royal ball that Queen Laura would hold for Prince Rufus.

I couldn't help but envy them for being able to walk around the palace freely.

In the past few days, there had been a lot of luxury cars at the gate of the palace. All the dignified members of the noble families had come to attend the ball. Even those who were not from the capital had come all the way here. Presumably, this group of noble ladies was among them.

When the ladies were gone, the garden fell silent again.

The bell tower in the distance rang solemnly. It was about time for the roll call, so I had no choice but to come out and shake the grass off my body. It seemed that I still gained nothing tonight. I really wondered how Lucy could be so lucky to meet Prince Richard coincidentally.

I reluctantly put on the coat I had thrown aside and looked around the garden full of flowers. But Prince Richard's handsome figure still didn't appear.

If I couldn't meet him by chance, I had to go to the ball. However, I couldn't get an invitation no matter how hard I tried these days. My father was only a Gamma of a small pack, and being looked down upon, so I had no power at all. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Ever since the death of the former Alpha and Luna, and the execution of the Beta, our pack had been declining day by day. It didn't have much strength in the first place, and now it was being bullied and ridiculed by other packs. Shawn, the newly appointed Alpha was nothing but trash. All he did was indulge himself in sexual activities with different she-wolves all day long, leaving the pack in a mess. I always wondered if he even had a brain.

Now, I felt grateful that my father had forced me to enter the Royal Military School because the werewolves here were better than those in our pack.

So I had to seize every opportunity to seduce a powerful werewolf such as Prince Richard. And the coming ball was an opportunity for me because he would be there too.

I was still wondering how to get an invitation when I suddenly received a message from a blocked number, asking me to steal something from Sylvia. How ridiculous! How could I steal something from Sylvia when I always directly took anything I wanted from her?

How could I do such a lowly thing like stealing? Moreover, the message sender was so mysterious. I didn't even know his or her identity. Even a fool knew that there must be something fishy.

I just put down my phone when I received another message from the same person. I opened it impatiently. It was a picture of a white gift box. The message also said that there were a dress and matching jewelry in the box. If I succeeded, I could get an invitation to the ball and another generous reward.

I deleted the messages with disdain. Scam messages were getting more and more specific these days. What good thing could a poor slave like Sylvia have that deserved to be stolen?

I just rolled my eyes and went back to the dormitory to take a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, I got another message and found that a large sum of money had been transferred to my bank account. It was only then that I decided to take it seriously. It seemed that the mysterious person was not simple. Since they had known my bank account so easily, they must have great power.

If I could get an invitation in exchange for stealing something from Sylvia, then it was a profitable deal for me.

I brushed my still wet hair and put on a confident smile. I was good at taking things from Sylvia.