The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Flora's POV:

When we were done cleaning up our room, Sylvia retreated to the bathroom to take a shower.

With Sylvia gone, I felt lonely and sad.

I thought about what she said just now about how Warren really loved me. I sneered and clenched my fists angrily, inadvertently squishing the orange in my hand. Regret? Never.

I clenched my fists so hard that orange juice spurted everywhere, staining even the uniform I was planning to wear tomorrow.

I hurried to clean it up but felt even angrier with Warren.

When Warren was in a coma, his life was in fatal danger. I was so anxious that I didn't even dare to close my eyes or take a break for fear that Warren would suddenly stop breathing.

Later, when his condition had finally stabilized, I staggered out of his ward to finally have a meal.

When I came back, a nurse told me that Warren had woken up already. I was so happy that all my fatigue disappeared in an instant.

rushed to his ward happily, wondering how Warren would react when he saw

I arrived, Alina stopped me

door with four muscly bodyguards, as though she was declaring her

me as Sylvia's roommate and asked

Warren and I were just pretending to

words, Alina sneered and accused me of being a lowly, gold-digging

attracted the attention of whoever was in the

nastily. My face turned red from the humiliation. For the first time in my life, I was called

wanted to defend myself, but

to throw me out

wanted to leave on

spitting on me before leaving. The whole time, the door to Warren's ward was open. I'm sure we had caused

alone and helpless I felt at the time, disappointment and rage surged in my heart

with him, so he used Alina to show me how he truly felt

but sneer. Looking down at my orange juice-stained hands,