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

"Warren!"

was so anxious that his face turned

he

didn't turn his head to look at

he walked resolutely

to 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 should know that no one can choose where he or she came from.The only thing we can do is to strive hard

solemn and clear voice

for words, was expressionless

his straight face was

was delighted at this, clapping his

I was more concerned with the scene in front of

a slave? Even Warren chimed

a proud man by

society should

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

out his hand to comfort the

tacit understanding hinted that the two were

girlfriend? Congratulations! You're going

rubbing

son's

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

Owen glared at him.

way better than your son.Harry has never had a girlfriend.And the reason is as plain as day.He's imprudent and immature; it's no wonder no she-wolf