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.

to the window and closed it before sitting

at me. In a flat tone, he asked, "What happened outside just now? Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

I heard a ruckus."

and casually came up with an excuse. "The family of the patient next door quarreled with a

doubt my

how things became like

he had always come up with various topics to make me happy, even though he himself was not a talkative

little disappointed and

orange. I know they're your favorite." I made an effort to break

respond. He proceeded to tinker with his phone, as though he

swallowed my complicated emotions and

came to his senses and looked at

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

the orange in my hand. I felt angry, but I couldn't 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

my attention to Rufus and didn't give a