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

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

a reason? Can't I come to see

is a reason," Flora scoffed and commented

affectionately and handed her the handkerchief I

smugly. "I

to attend her wedding." As I spoke, I reached out and wiped the sauce on the

roast chicken in astonishment. "Alina is

worried about her marriage. Now that she had finally met her destined mate,

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

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 chapters of novels early and in the highest

I simply tore the rest of the roast

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

past few months." I wiped my hands clean, turned

froze for a moment, her eyes avoiding mine. She

asked, cutting to

from her face. She quickly shoved my hands away and said in a shrill voice, "I'm not

around the bush with her. I took a crumpled pregnancy test report from my pocket and

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