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?

me?" Flora licked her greasy fingers and shot me

so sharp that she could guess I had something

I need a reason? Can't I come to see you just

a reason,"

her the handkerchief I

snorted smugly.

to go to attend her wedding." As I spoke, I reached out and

down the roast chicken in astonishment. "Alina is getting

always been worried about her marriage. Now that she had finally met her destined

topic. Instead, I brought up the idea of taking Flora to the pack

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tore the rest of the roast chicken

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

you don't 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

her eyes avoiding mine. She stuttered, "What... what are you talking

asked, cutting to

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

beat around the bush with her. I took a crumpled pregnancy test report from my pocket and read the information on it

me see that!" Flora didn't let me continue reading it. She snatched it from me and said in disbelief, "Damn it! I'd thrown this away in the trash