The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Alina's POV:

Warren was staying in a VIP ward, with a separate living room and bathroom.

When I entered the ward, I didn't immediately go to the bedroom. Instead, I leaned against the door and eavesdropped on the conversation in the corridor between my father and Uncle Owen. Although it sounded like my father was scolding Sylvia, I knew my father; he never bothered to talk to anyone he didn't like, let alone lecturing them earnestly.

Which meant that his attitude towards Sylvia was indeed different...

But a little while later, I heard him say that he was paying special attention to Sylvia only under the orders of the lycan king. Hearing this, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

I hated that bitch, Sylvia, from the bottom of my heart. She took away everything that should've belonged to me. Naturally, I didn't want my father to side with her.

It wasn't until the voices in the corridor faded away that I went to the bedroom.

The window was wide open. A gentle wind blew the curtains, bringing with it some fresh air.

Warren was leaning against the headboard, deep in thought. His injuries were so serious that he had lost a lot of weight. His head was almost completely wrapped in thick bandages, covering his usually sharp features.

and closed it before sitting

me. In a flat tone, he asked, "What happened outside just now? Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website

I heard a ruckus."

excuse. "The family of the patient next door quarreled with a doctor, saying they weren't satisfied

doubt my

silence ensued. I quietly wondered how things became like this between me

with various topics to make me happy, even though he himself

feel a little disappointed and sad, wanting

peel you an orange. I know they're your favorite." I made an

He proceeded to tinker with his phone, as though

swallowed my complicated emotions and

Warren came to his senses and looked

up the orange in my hand. "How about an orange? I'll peel it for you." "No, thanks.

lose my temper. After all, I was the one who had ruined our relationship. I couldn't blame Warren for treating me like this. "Wait. Where are your ear stud?" I noticed that he wasn't wearing the ear stud I had given him. He wasn't wearing it

Rufus and didn't give a damn about