The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Warren's POV:

Flora was stunned and fell silent for what seemed like an eternity. Then she rolled her eyes and turned her head away, muttering, "Why are you so narcissistic?"

But I saw that her little face was flushed, which I found adorable.

I too fell silent, pondering over how Flora just said that I was the best-looking man in the pack. Only then did it dawn on me that the girl in front of me actually liked me.

Recalling what had happened in the equipment room, I felt even worse. Perhaps Flora had liked me for a long time. After all, when we were still with the pack, she had been watching me from the sidelines. That would've explained why she was willing to stay and help me back in the equipment room—I was her first man, despite the situation.

But... what about me? What had I done? Before that day, I didn't even know her. When I made love to her, I had actually called out Sylvia's name. I shook my head guiltily. I was really a jerk.

It seemed Flora was also lost in thought. She was staring blankly at nothing in particular.

girl, so I didn't try to press her more. Instead, I tried to think of ways to make things up to this poor girl. Maybe I couldn't reciprocate her feelings just yet, but I could at least take responsibility

then, Flora suddenly raised her head and looked at me seriously, as

despite the fact that I was nervous. Was she going to confess her love to me

was all your fault. You know

grew serious as well. "Yes, it was all my fault. The responsibility

are willing to take responsibility for it or not." Flora stared at me with a straight face. "It doesn't matter if you're unwilling. I can

mean, I'm more than willing. Even if you didn't ask, I would've taken responsibility," I interrupted her.

one who had sex with her. Who else did she want

told, I was relieved that this was what she wanted. I used to like Sylvia, but

be my only mate for life. Plus, it didn't hurt that she was

you sure you want to take responsibility?" Flora asked

I'm willing to take responsibility,

her cute canine teeth. Then, she gently patted me on the shoulder. "Your clothes