Chapter 44: Princess Sylvia

Ivy's POV

A girl in an elegant dress storms towards Beta Wilson and I.

I tilt my head, examining her carefully. I don’t recognize her, but there’s something extraordinarily familiar about her. Her features are delicate and beautiful, her golden hair shining brightly in the early morning sunlight. Her eyes are hazel, impossibly striking. She’s frowning at us, skewering Beta Wilson with a glare, but instead of looking unpleasantly angry, she looks adorably charming.

Under her scrutinizing gaze, Beta Wilson’s expression suddenly becomes awkward. “Princess Sylvia,” he says respectfully, averting his attention.

All at once, I realize what’s so familiar about her.

She looks like Spencer.

But Princess Sylvia ignores Beta Wilson entirely. Her eyes fall on his hand, which is still wrapped around my arm to stop me from going to the Lycan King’s office. The moment Beta Wilson notices Sylvia looking at his hand around me, he lets go as if he’s been electrocuted.

“Who are you?” Princess Sylvia