The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Warren's POV:

I waited on the path Flora would pass through, holding a roast chicken. I didn't spot her until darkness had almost descended.

There was no training today. She was dressed in a floral skirt and a flimsy beige blouse. Her soft short hair caressed her cheeks, and a cherry-patterned hairpin held her bangs in place. It was hot today. Her face was as flushed as a ripe apple, making her look more vibrant and pretty.

I called out to her, startling her. The watermelon slipped from her grip and rolled away, coming to a stop at my feet.

Fortunately, it was still in one piece.

Flora angrily trotted over to pick up the watermelon. "What are you doing? Why were you hiding in the dark to scare me?"

Then she sniffed the air experimentally. "Why do I smell roast chicken?"

I chuckled. Her nose was so sensitive.

"I brought you a roast chicken. Would you like to taste it?" I lifted the bag I was holding and jiggled it in front of her face.

Flora was elated. She thrust the watermelon into my arms, grabbed the roast chicken, and sat in the bench on the roadside to eat.

"By the way, why were you here waiting for me?

wanna tell me?" Flora licked her greasy fingers and shot

so sharp that she could guess I had something to discuss with

I come to see you just because I feel

expression that there is a reason," Flora scoffed and commented while

handed her the handkerchief

smugly.

attend her wedding." As I spoke, I reached out

in astonishment. "Alina is

always been worried about her marriage. Now that she had finally met her destined mate, Leonard would have

Alina's topic. Instead, I brought up the idea of taking Flora to the

darkened and she frowned at this suggestion. "Why should I come with you? This doesn't concern me." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access

tore the rest of the

don't drag me along with you." Flora turned her head

come with me. But you need to tell me if you've been hiding something from me over the past few months." I wiped my hands clean, turned her face toward me, and gave her a serious

froze for a moment, her eyes avoiding mine. She stuttered, "What... what are

you pregnant?" I asked,

away and said in a shrill voice, "I'm not pregnant. How can I be

a crumpled pregnancy test report from my pocket and read the

me continue reading it. She snatched it from me and said in disbelief, "Damn it! I'd thrown this away in the trash can at the hospital. How do you have it?" Then she glared at me furiously. "You followed