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.

walked to the window and closed it before sitting down

asked, "What happened outside just now? Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

I heard a ruckus."

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

nodded absentmindedly. He didn't seem to doubt

how things became like this between me and

topics to make me happy, even

but feel a little disappointed and sad, wanting to relive the good

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

He proceeded to tinker with his phone, as though he

lower lip, I swallowed my complicated emotions and called out

came to his senses and looked at me

an orange? I'll peel

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 the last time we met, too. Maybe he had taken it off a long

Rufus and