Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 659

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? Anything you wanna tell me?” Flora licked her greasy fingers and shot me a curious glance.

I hadn’t expected her to be so sharp that she could guess I had something to discuss with her. I felt a little bitter. “What? Why do I need a reason? Can’t I come to see you just because I feel like it?”

“I can read from your expression that there is a reason,” Flora scoffed and commented while enjoying the delicious food.

I watched her affectionately and handed her the handkerchief I was holding. “You guessed right.”

Flora snorted smugly. “I knew it.”

“I’m returning to the pack tomorrow. Alina is getting married. I have to go to attend her wedding.” As I spoke, I reached out and wiped the sauce on the corner of her mouth with my thumb.

Flora was stunned and put down the roast chicken in astonishment. “Alina is getting married? So soon? Oh my God!”

Honestly, I wasn’t as shocked as Flora that Alina was getting married so soon. After all, Leonard had always been worried about her marriage. Now that she had finally met her destined mate, Leonard would have no objection to her tying the knot quickly.

I didn’t continue Alina’s topic. Instead, I brought up the idea of taking Flora to the pack with me.

Her face darkened and she frowned at this suggestion. “Why should I come with you? This doesn’t concern me.” I wasn’t bothered about her attitude. I simply tore the rest of the roast chicken into small pieces for her.

“Look, you are more than welcome to go. But don’t drag me along with you.” Flora turned her head away with an obstinate expression.

“It’s 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 hide it from me anymore, Flora.”

She froze for a moment, her eyes avoiding mine. She stuttered, “What… what are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

“Are you pregnant?” I asked, cutting to the chase.

The color drained from her face. She quickly shoved my hands away and said in a shrill voice, “I’m not pregnant. How can I be pregnant? Are you out of your mind?”

I didn’t beat around the bush with her. I took a crumpled pregnancy test report from my pocket and read the information on it aloud. “Name, Flora Hill. Pack…”

“Let me see that!” Flora didn’t let 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 have it?”

Then she glared at me furiously. “You followed me!”

“You were making frequent trips to the hospital. I followed you because I was worried about you,” I said calmly. I didn’t take her anger to heart. She was only putting on a fierce front.

Her anger faded away almost immediately. She was at a loss for words as she clutched the pregnancy test report in her hand.

I sighed, placed my hands on her shoulders, and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Flora pursed her lips. “Why should I have? It’s not your child.”

The simple sentence instantly fanned the anger that had been subdued in my heart for a long time. My voice was frosty as I asked, “Not mine? The report shows that you are four months pregnant. It is obvious the conception happened from our tryst in the equipment room. Do you want my child to recognize someone else as its father?” Flora looked scared. She opened her mouth but no words came out.

I felt helpless. I didn’t want to berate her, but the surging anger inside me was very difficult to rein in.

“Let me go.” Flora pushed my arms and peeked at me cautiously.

My heart softened again. I sighed and released her shoulders. “I hope you won’t joke about something like this again.”

Flora didn’t say anything, her eyes dropping to the ground.

“Don’t you want this child?” My lips curled up in disdain, and bitterness clouded my heart. Observing her expression, I got the sense that she didn’t want to keep this child.