The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Alina's POV:

A while later, Coco rushed in. "Miss Quinn! I found it out."

Perhaps she was afraid of me that she paused for a moment and looked at me before continuing. "The dress wasn't lent out; it was sold to someone. The buyer had once saved Naphtali Bancroft's life, so the designer sold it to them. But they refused to tell me who the buyer was."

The one who had bought the dress was undoubtedly an influential person. I remembered the comments on the necklace, so I asked Coco to check who had bought the necklace from CHRISTIE'S auction house.

I had an answer in mind and was almost sure of it. However, I wanted to confirm everything before jumping to conclusions.

As expected, it was Rufus.

The answer drove me insane. I leaned against the sofa as I felt the anger bubbling inside me. I couldn't figure out why Rufus had done that. He never replied to any of my messages or even bothered to look at

me.

she-wolf in the empire. Countless men were attracted to

felt powerless

would eventually be an abandoned pawn of my father's game of power. I fisted my hair and gritted my teeth to control my anger. I didn't know how to make Rufus fall for me. A wave of humiliation consumed me.

took a deep breath to calm down. When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of

to see the post. However, to my utter disappointment, the post was already deleted. I immediately asked Coco to check the IP address of the blogger. Although we

was almost Friday. Her leg wasn't injured as I had

messages, asking him if he

asked him to break Sylvia's leg but couldn't understand why it was taking him so long to do such a trivial

Warren's POV:

times, but I didn't bother checking it. I took a gulp of beer to

I knew the texts were from Alina. She had been texting me since yesterday, asking me if I

been a time when I was desperate to receive messages from Alina. But now, the same thing had become a nuisance. I didn't want

like the considerate, sweet girl I knew before. I sighed helplessly and gulped

for Alina was as firm as a rock, but the mere thought