Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 217

Warren’s POV:

Wearing a straight face, I walked along the path in the garden with Flora. It was already our third lap. My palms started to sweat.

Flora was scowling. She hadn’t said a word since we came downstairs. It was obvious she was worried about Sylvia.

“Are you tired yet?” I asked in a measly attempt to break the silence.

My voice brought Flora back to her senses and she blinked at me blankly. “You’re tired already? You can go ahead. I want to keep walking.”

I instantly regretted asking such a stupid question. Leaving Flora alone was the last thing on my mind.

I pretended to think it over for a while before saying, “Forget it. I’ll accompany you for a little longer. I can tell you’re in a bad mood.”

“It’s okay. You can go. I’m fine by myself,” Flora said, glancing at me indifferently. Then, she raised her head and looked up at the starry sky.

“I have nothing else to do anyway. Let’s talk,” I said shyly, my cheeks burning. Fortunately, it was dark, so I hoped she wouldn’t notice how flustered I was. This was the first time I had ever been so thick-skinned. I was unaccustomed to the feeling.

Flora snorted, “Whatever you say.”

I chuckled, trying to lighten up the atmosphere, but it seemed I made things even more awkward. Flora didn’t utter a single word to me.

“It’s a beautiful night,” I said feebly, trying to find something—anything—to say.

“Mhm.” Flora grunted indifferently. She looked a little bored. “Not as beautiful as you are.”

“What’re you talking about?” My ears turned red.

“You heard me.” Flora turned to look at me seriously. “Haven’t you ever looked into the mirror? Don’t you know how handsome you are? You’re the best looking man in our pack. At least, I haven’t seen anyone else more handsome than you.”

I wasn’t used to such a topic, so I was at a complete loss for words. “I don’t care about my appearance. What matters to me is my training.”

“And Alina, too.” Flora smiled at me knowingly.

I frowned. Her quip made me unhappy. “I don’t—”

“Now that I think about it, I just realized that I haven’t seen many men before,” Flora interrupted, cutting me off mid-sentence. She propped her chin with her hand and was deep in thought. “When I came to the imperial palace, I saw a lot of handsome men, especially Prince Rufus. I think he’s more handsome than you. Oh, wait. I can’t say that. You two aren’t the same type—”

“Flora!” I couldn’t help but interrupt her. I really didn’t want to hear her talk about other men’s “handsomeness”.

Flora looked at me with big, innocent-looking eyes. “What’s the matter?”

I felt guilty and quickly changed the subject. “Sylvia and Prince Rufus…”

“They’re together. They love each other. So you better give up on whatever that is on your mind, because you can’t be with her!” Flora frowned and looked around to make sure that no one was nearby. Then she lowered her voice and said, “Their relationship is still a secret, got it? You’d better not tell anyone, or Prince Rufus will kill you.”

After saying that, she pumped her fist in the air, simulating an uppercut punch.

I smiled bitterly. “I’m not that kind of werewolf.”

Despite my prior feelings for Sylvia, I was happy that she had found someone special.

Flora lowered her fist and nodded. “I know. You were famous in the pack for being old-fashioned and refusing to gossip behind other people’s backs.”

Somehow, I felt pleasantly surprised. “Did you know about me?”

Flora rolled her eyes and started to walk forward with her hands clasped behind her back. “You were so famous that everyone knew you. You were the number one golden bachelor in our pack. Many she-wolves swooned over you.”

I felt a little embarrassed. I wasn’t that interested in knowing what the others in our pack thought about me. But looking at her, I found myself wanting to know what she thought.

“And how about you?” I asked boldly.

Flora tilted her head to the side and looked at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You said that many she-wolves liked me. What about you?”