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.

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I heard a ruckus."

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

absentmindedly. He didn't seem to doubt

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

come up with various topics to make me happy, even though he

couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and sad, wanting to relive the good

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I swallowed my complicated emotions and called

Warren came to his senses and looked at me weirdly. "What's

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