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 greasy fingers and shot me a curious

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

need a reason? Can't I come to

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

her the handkerchief I was holding. "You

snorted smugly. "I

Alina is getting married. I have to go to attend her wedding." As I spoke, I reached

and put down the roast chicken in astonishment. "Alina is getting married? So soon?

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

Instead, I brought up the idea of taking Flora to the

should I come with you? This doesn't concern me." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt

her attitude. I simply tore the rest of the roast chicken

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

okay 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 me, and gave her a serious look. "You can't

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

asked,

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

her. I took a crumpled pregnancy test report from my pocket and read the

thrown this away in the trash can at the hospital. How do you have it?" Then she glared at