The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Warren's POV:

The pounding headache made me groan. I slowly opened my eyes and squeezed them shut again as my vision was blurred.

The dim light made me uneasy. The humidity and musty smell floating in the air made my stomach churn.

'Where was I?' I propped myself to sit up and looked around as I massaged my wrists.

A variety of training equipment piled up on the shelves caught my attention. The place looked familiar. I guessed it was the equipment room of our school. I looked up and saw the spider web dangling on the ceiling. It seemed like the people hadn't used the place for a long time. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I touched my aching head and saw blood on my hand. I winced and wiped the blood with my sleeve. Anger surged through my veins.

My consciousness gradually returned, and I sobered up in an instant. I racked my brains and recalled what happened before I passed out.

I saw a familiar figure in the military school and was sure it was Alina.

I didn't know why she came to the school out of the blue and what tricks she wanted to play now. Although I had said that I wouldn't help her anymore, I couldn't leave her alone because I had loved the girl all my life.

hesitation, I followed her. But soon, I entered a dead end. Just

it was a trap, and Alina was the bait. She had easily lured me into

against me? What the hell did she want to do? Was it her revenge?' It was ridiculous. How

tired of her using me for selfish gains. Perhaps the utter disappointment was a relief. I

cough violently. I wanted to get out of

I felt something was wrong with

surge southward, leaving a burning sensation

Has

a seductive voice snapped

around and saw that it was Sylvia. Her hands and legs were tied behind her back. It looked like she had just regained consciousness. 'Damn it! Was

Seeing her flushed face, I wondered if someone

step toward her because I couldn't control my impulses. The only thing I could do now was to leave

toward the door, trying to push it open. As expected,

so angry that I kicked the iron door over and over again, but it didn't move. The door was

at its peak. I pulled my collar as my body temperature

"Warren?"