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?

her

so sharp that she could guess I had something to discuss with her. I felt a

need a reason? Can't I come to

read from your expression that there is a reason," Flora scoffed and commented

and handed her the handkerchief I was holding.

smugly. "I

wedding." As I spoke, I reached out and wiped the sauce on the corner of her mouth

chicken in astonishment. "Alina

about her

didn't continue Alina's topic. Instead, I brought up the idea of taking Flora

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

bothered about her attitude. I simply tore the rest of the roast chicken into small pieces for

you are more than welcome to go. But don't drag me along with you." Flora turned her head

if 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

mine. She stuttered, "What... what are you talking about? I

I asked, cutting to the

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

test report from my pocket and read the information on

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