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.

before me just kept

"Warren!"

his face turned

moment, as though he had finally heard

he didn't turn his

he walked resolutely

evil.Her kindness and sense of justice are obvious to all.If you have any prejudice against her background, you should know that no one

clear voice resounded throughout the

a complete loss for words,

face was

this, clapping

more concerned with

behalf of a slave? Even Warren chimed in.I had watched that boy grow up and I

was a proud man by

eyes, ranking in society should

speak for a slave, but it seemed he was also very close to

him reach out his hand to comfort the

kind of tacit understanding hinted that the

a girlfriend? Congratulations! You're going to

glee, rubbing salt into Owen's

never would've thought your son's type

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

Owen glared at him.

never had a girlfriend.And the reason is as plain as day.He's imprudent and immature; it's no