The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Harry's POV:

Joanna and I sat side by side in the cell, our hands bound by shackles.

I turned my face to look at Joanna, who was lost in thought, and apologized.

Her head shot up in surprise. "Why are you apologizing?"

My lips curved up into a bitter smile. "I got you into trouble."

When Joanna heard my reply, she looked stunned for a moment before smiling. "Aren't we mates? Mates share weal and woe, remember?"

Feeling a little dispirited, I whispered, "Haven't you always refused to admit that you're my mate and wanted to reject me?"

Joanna's lips parted slightly and she wore a surprised expression. "You knew about it? I thought you had no idea since you looked like a happy idiot every single day."

My temper flared a little when I heard her. I had never thought that this was the impression she had of me!

say something to refute her, but my

thick, long, and beautiful, and the warmth of her lips reminded me that I was not dreaming. Joanna's

my ears were burning with shyness

second later, I was engulfed in a warm embrace. Joanna said in a clear pleasant voice, "I know you're sad now, but I will always stand by your

comforting words left me

sobbed profusely. I had a runny nose and my face was drenched with tears. Joanna patiently sat by me and wiped my tears with a handkerchief.

Soon, my eyes were swollen and my voice was so hoarse that I

set on fire, and she was still carrying her baby. How will I explain this to Flora when she returns? No... I feel so horrible. Sylvia was such a

this matter end like this." Rufus' name plunged me further into despair. I opened my mouth wide and let out an agonizing cry. "Rufus will be overwhelmed with pain. She was the person he loves the most

when you're sobbing like this. If you keep this up, I will take back my words." Joanna felt helpless, but she couldn't do anything to

stopped crying and began to hiccup like a sad

pitifully, not understanding what she meant at

looked like she had

It makes me feel worse. I'm so useless..." I pursed my

the prison door was

and Joanna, come with