The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Alina, who had been acting like a spoiled brat just now, suddenly fell quiet and lowered her head.

"I'm talking to you, Alina." Leonard spoke through gritted teeth. He seemed to be unable to swallow his anger.

I almost couldn't help but snicker. After all, they both had seen Alina yanking at my hair. It was completely outside a noble lady's character to wrestle with someone unscrupulously, regardless of her opponent's status.

But on second thought, I realized that I was the one who had the upper hand just now, even though Alina managed to pull my hair in the end. Thinking about this scandalous matter, I couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Although Leonard was Alina's father, he was once the strongest werewolf of all and was known as the legendary god of war.

I thought very highly of him and even worshiped him.

I was racking my brains, trying to think of a way to greet him since this was the first time we had formally met.

Alina, who was standing quietly, finally opened her mouth. "Father, I... I didn't..."

"You didn't what exactly?" Leonard growled, his eyes darting between me and Alina.

heart leap to my throat. Oh, my God! Did I

wanted to say something,

her fault!" she

eyebrows and turned to look at her

a glance at me and blushed from being flustered. "Prince Rufus already made his relationship with her public, yet she still came here to pester Warren! And she tried to break in by force just now. My four bodyguards and I couldn't

already told you that I'm not here to 'pester' Warren.

but I realized in time that they didn't seem to know

let Warren tell

though she had caught me in a lie. "You can't defend yourself, can you?

resisted the urge to roll my eyes

me for a while before asking, "You're

bit embarrassed, Leonard turned to

unhappily. His first sentence to me made my high impression

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standing next to Leonard, cleared his throat and whispered helpfully, "Sylvia Todd. And she's no longer

me again. "It's

to him out of sheer politeness, but if I had it my way, I'd have walked away from this conversation the second he called me a slave. Although Leonard didn't explicitly say so, his