Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 373 Can’t Go Back to The Past

Alina’s POV:

Warren was staying in a VIP ward, with a separate living room and bathroom.

When I entered the ward, I didn’t immediately go to the bedroom. Instead, I leaned against the door and eavesdropped on the conversation in the corridor between my father and Uncle Owen.

Although it sounded like my father was scolding Sylvia, I knew my father; he never bothered to talk to anyone he didn’t like, let alone lecturing them earnestly.

Which meant that his attitude towards Sylvia was indeed different…

But a little while later, I heard him say that he was paying special attention to Sylvia only under the orders of the lycan king. Hearing this, I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

my heart. She took away everything that should’ve belonged to me. Naturally, I didn’t want

in the corridor faded away that I went to the bedroom. The window was wide open. A gentle wind blew the curtains, bringing with it some fresh air. Warren was leaning against the headboard, deep in thought. His injuries were so serious that he had lost a lot of weight. His

and closed it before sitting down next

did Warren looked up at me. In a flat tone, he asked, “What happened outside just now? I heard a

up with an excuse. “The family of the patient next door quarreled with a doctor,

more. Awkward silence ensued. I quietly wondered how things became like this between

with various topics to make me happy, even though he himself was not a talkative werewolf. I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed and sad, wanting to relive

favorite.” I made an effort to break the silence. Warren didn’t respond. He proceeded to tinker with

my complicated emotions and called out his

to his senses

the orange in my hand. “How about an orange?

Warren

the orange in my hand. I felt angry, but I couldn’t lose my temper. After all, I was the one who had ruined our relationship. I couldn’t blame Warren for

stud?” I noticed that he wasn’t wearing the ear stud I had given him. He wasn’t wearing it the