The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Alina's POV:

I was so angry that I smashed the vase in the direction where Warren left. "So ungrateful!"

Then I suddenly heard Coco scream from the outside and saw her running in a panic. "Bad news! Warren threw all the sculptures in the cupboard into the trash can. I can't stop him." "Just let him. Those are a pile of rubbish, anyway." I got even angrier and directly overturned the table.

Those sculptures were all handmade by Warren. Every year, he would give one to me as a birthday present. He was obviously doing this now to make a clean break with me.

He said that he would always protect me and stand on my side forever. He lied. He was only good at saying fine words.

Did he really think I cared about these things? Not at all! They were nothing but rubbish to me.

another. The carved screen was slanted on the edge of the sofa, and the entire floor

venting out my anger. I didn't even know when I lost one

with one bare foot. For the first time, I felt lonely and helpless. My heart was

are you all right?" Coco asked as she carefully squatted

sat down in a trance, like a puppet whose strings had been cut loose. "Do you think Warren will tell my father what

not the kind of werewolf who likes blowing the gab,"

my face in pain, feeling flustered. Warren was so disappointed in me, and there was no guarantee that he wouldn't tell my father. My father had always been a serious and stereotyped werewolf who was upright and honest. Thus, he had trained Warren to be a man of justice too. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

father was always displeased whenever I showed a little bit of scheming. Then he would teach me

I had to pretend to be innocent and

also Warren. Warren always liked the gentle and considerate me. And now that my disguise was removed, he left me

be forced to leave the royal palace or lose the position of the pack's heir. These consequences were both unbearable