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.

felt my heart leap to my throat. Oh, my God! Did I just give him

say something, but

was all her fault!"

my eyebrows and turned to look at her in

stole 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

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

to say that Warren already had a girlfriend, but I realized in time that they didn't seem to know about his new relationship

I'd better let Warren tell them

a lie. "You can't defend yourself,

the urge to roll my eyes

for a while before asking, "You're

to look at Owen for

help but frown unhappily. His first sentence to me made my high impression of him decline

for him to remember my name himself. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on

who was standing next to Leonard, cleared his throat and whispered helpfully, "Sylvia Todd. And she's

me again. "It's Sylvia Todd,

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 attitude obviously told me