Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 519

Sylvia’s POV:

I examined every inch of Hobson’s body. His legs, arms, and fingers looked as dry as a withered leaf. He didn’t look this frail and weak when I saw him the day before yesterday.

No wonder he didn’t attend the dinner last night.

Hobson’s body was chapped and dry like a dehydrated log of wood.

Such a sign was abnormal for both werewolves and vampires.

I thought his health was deteriorating.

I circled the coffin twice, gently knocking on its walls. The loud thud resounded across the silent room.

However, Hobson didn’t wake up.

I discovered that no matter how powerful a vampire was, they would sleep like a log during the day.

As I examined Hobson, I found something like a cross hanging on his neck. The shape of the cross looked strange. It had a wavy pattern that looked like saw teeth.

‘Is it a key?’

If my guess was right, then it must be the key to the front gate because Hobson was wearing it even in his sleep.

After a moment’s hesitation, I cautiously reached for it.

My heart took a sprint in my chest when I saw Hobson’s face.

I prayed for him not to wake up.

A wave of relief washed over me when I touched the key. I gripped the chain and gently pulled it.

But before I could pull the key off, a pair of withered hands grabbed my wrist. The force was so strong that it seemed to crush my bones.

My heart leaped to my throat.

Only then did I find that Hobson had opened his eyes and was staring at me.

I quickly withdrew my hand. However, Hobson held my wrist in a vice-like grip.

I didn’t expect Hobson’s withered hands would be strong enough to trap me in place.

He stared at me hungrily as if he had been looking at a prey.

I swallowed and tried my best to calm down.

“I… I was just curious…” I said, trying to make up an excuse.

However, Hobson interrupted me.

“What’s that smell on you?” Hobson’s eyes turned red, which was a sign of a vampire’s thirst. Hobson grew excited the same way the five young vampires had gone berserk last night at the smell of my b***d.

My heart tightened. I quickly touched my face with another hand. The wound on my face had healed, so there wouldn’t be any traces of b***d.

His grip on my wrist tightened as if he were going to break my hand.

“Let go of me.” I stepped back and withdrew my hand, trying to keep a safe distance from Hobson.

Hobson, however, didn’t loosen his grip. He stared at me wildly as if he were possessed.

I followed his gaze and found that my sleeve was stained with b***d.

I might have wiped the b***d with my sleeve when I got hurt.

“It smells so great.” Hobson’s fangs protruded as he leaned closer and sniffed my sleeve.

He was like an addict.

The pain in my hand seemed to intensify with every passing moment. I feared he might dislocate my hand.

“Sylvia, turn into a wolf! Otherwise, he will break your hand!” Yana screamed in my head.

“It’s too late.”

Hobson grabbed my hand and sat up on the coffin. His eyes blazed with hunger and thirst. “This is Noreen’s scent,” he muttered. “I’m absolutely sure.”