Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

 Leonard's POV: 

Martin couldn't help but burst into giggles.

Then he raised his eyebrows at Owen, his eyes flashing viciously.

"What an excellent child you have.He would never do such a thing, you say?" Owen's face immediately darkened.

"Warren! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"He's doing something excellent of course!" Martin cried, trying hard to stifle his laughter.But his body betrayed him, trembling like a leaf in silent giggles.

"Compared to my child, your son is absolutely amazing."

The hall was in such chaotic noise that my head started to pound.I pressed my fingers against my temples helplessly.

How could these two grown-up male wolves be more noisy than teenaged she-wolves?

 "Warren, come here right this instant!"

Owen growled at his son.

But Warren, who had always been respectful and obedient towards his father, didn't listen to him this time.

Well, well, well.

I raised my eyebrows curiously.

scene unfolding before me just kept getting more and more

"Warren!"

that his face turned as red

he had

turn his head to look at

walked resolutely

be.She's not frivolous, nor is she evil.Her kindness and sense of justice are obvious to all.If you have any prejudice against her background, you

solemn and clear voice resounded throughout

complete loss for words, was

straight face

at this, clapping

more concerned with the scene in front of

Warren

was a proud

his eyes, ranking in society should be strictly

moment, not only did he speak for a slave, but it seemed he was also very close

out his hand to comfort the she-wolf when

kind of tacit understanding hinted that the

has a girlfriend?

glee, rubbing salt into

never would've thought your son's type was cute

are you talking about? My son is a picky man.He would

Owen glared at him.

girlfriend.And the reason is as plain as day.He's imprudent