The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Harry's POV:

After spending so much time with Joanna over the past few years, I knew just how soft-hearted this stern-looking she-wolf was. And she loved kids so much. Being infertile was undoubtedly a great blow to her.

But that didn't put me off at all. I loved her and I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Although I was the son of an Alpha and needed to have a scion to inherit the pack in the future, this reason was not enough to make me leave Joanna.

I understood her concerns and worries. I also felt sorry for her, which made me more determined to protect her for the rest of her life.

No matter how heartless she tried to show herself to be, I wouldn't leave. I pestered her shamelessly all along. As it was, since I'd decided to marry her, I wasn't going to let her go, no matter what.

Three years ago, Joanna regained her original identity and surname with Laura's help. She then went back to her pack and became their new Alpha. So I renounced my identity as the heir of my pack and followed her. My father was so enraged that he even wanted to cut all ties with me.

Over the past two years however, he was not that angry anymore and even sent people over to try and persuade me to come back home.

above everyone else. If I couldn't have her by my side, the power and

intimacy between Joanna and me had increased over the past few years. We lived together, and did everything together, like we were joined at the hip. Even then, I could sense some misgivings on her side, but very few were left. I simply had to work harder to convince her. With time and actions, I could prove that we could live

these thoughts ran through my mind, I automatically walked closer to Joanna and stroked her

her head in

smiled and took her hands in mine, intending to say something sweet. But

outside. Then I

knocking started on the door again and it didn't

and said, "Open the door. It must be the mother

and I was reluctant to get moving.

"I'm coming. Stop knocking."

door open, only to be greeted by a woman with a

to say something, but my intuition warned me that something was wrong. This

I studied her, the more the sense

"Who are you?"