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!"

face turned as red as

he had finally heard his

his head

walked resolutely

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

voice resounded

complete loss for words, was expressionless

straight face

this, clapping his hands

more concerned with

speak on behalf of a slave? Even Warren chimed in.I had watched that

a proud man by

eyes, ranking in society should be strictly

slave, but

hand to

kind of tacit understanding hinted that the two were

has a girlfriend? Congratulations! You're going

added with glee, rubbing salt into

would've thought your son's type was cute and lively

son is a picky man.He would never settle for

Owen glared at him.

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