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.

just kept getting more and

"Warren!"

that his face turned as red as a

for a moment, as though he had finally

he didn't turn his head to look

he walked resolutely

are obvious to all.If you have any prejudice against her background, you should know that no

voice resounded throughout the

at a complete loss for words,

straight face was

delighted at this, clapping his hands

concerned with the scene

did these excellent children all speak on behalf of a slave? Even Warren chimed

proud man

society should

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

hand

understanding hinted that the

God! Your son has a girlfriend?

rubbing salt into

your son's type was cute

talking about? My son is

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 likes