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?

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

guess I had

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

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

her affectionately and handed her the handkerchief I was holding. "You

snorted smugly. "I knew

I have to go to attend her wedding." As

and put down the roast chicken in astonishment. "Alina is

so soon. After all, Leonard had always been worried about her marriage. Now that she had finally met her destined mate, Leonard

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

This doesn't concern me."

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

are more than welcome to go. But don't drag me along

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

you pregnant?" I asked, cutting

from her face. She quickly shoved my hands away and said in a

crumpled pregnancy test report

it! I'd thrown this away in the trash can at the hospital. How do