Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 584

Sylvia’s POV:

Flora grew angry all of a sudden. The mere mention of Warren seemed to ignite a whole new range of emotions within her.

“An amorous scum! Thinking he’s a Greek God, that bastard hooked up with other she-wolves just like that. One she-wolf couldn’t satisfy him, so he wanted to sleep with another.” Flora was a picture of pure rage. She clenched her fists and pounded the bed.

My hand on the edge of the bed vibrated with the force.

“Damn it! I didn’t expect to fall in the trap of a scum one day.” Flora hit her chest with her fists, growling. I felt really sorry for her.

I gulped and asked cautiously, “Could there be any misunderstanding? I don’t think Warren is a playboy.”

“If it’s just a misunderstanding, then why did he let Alina…”

Flora’s eyes widened. She stopped the sentence midway and looked at me with a horrified look on her face.

Hearing the name, I frowned and asked, “Alina? Did Alina intervene between you two?”

Flora covered her mouth and shook her head. “No. It was a slip of the tongue.”

Seeing that she didn’t want to talk about it, I stopped questioning her.

In terms of love, I didn’t have a stand to persuade her. I could only advise her.

“Well, it’s your personal life after all, and I don’t have the right to judge your relationship. But I don’t want you to get upset about it. Just follow your heart,” I said softly.

Flora was my best friend, and I could only offer my silent support. ‘Love is a tricky matter. The heart wants what it wants,’ I thought. I knew it was meaningless to say anything else.

Flora sighed and lowered her head. She was no longer agitated. I could see the pain and loneliness in her eyes. “My mind is a mess now. I can’t sort out my feelings. I wish things were simpler.”

I held her hand sympathetically and said, “If you still like Warren, give him one more chance. But if not, stay away from him. Don’t force yourself to be with Warren just for the sake of your child.”

“I know. Even if I don’t end up with Warren, I’m ready to raise the child by myself,” Flora said, stroking her stomach.

A mother was always strong.

Fate had driven the girl in front of me to grow up. She had no choice but to be strong. She was no longer the happy carefree Flora for she now had her own problems to fix.

“Don’t think too much. You need to take care of yourself now. When I was a child, I lived in the pack with my mother. We were happy without my father,” I comforted her.

Flora nodded. “Everything will be fine. But now, I’m a little confused as to whether I should tell Warren about the baby or not. Will things get complicated if he replaces it out by himself?”

I took a deep breath and said, “It’s your choice. But I still think Warren has the right to know about it. After all, it’s his child too.”

Flora fell back to the bed helplessly and kicked her legs. “Damn, this is so annoying!”

“Be careful. You’re pregnant,” I reminded her. Although Flora had become pregnant, she was still careless and lively. Her sadness and sensibility never lasted long. The real Flora was still the same happy and energetic girl, and that was what I liked about her.

“The baby is fine. But the mother is definitely not,” Flora whined and banged the bed again.

Just then, the phone in my pocket buzzed. It was a call from Warren. It looked like he was getting impatient outside.

“I’m going out now. Think it over. I’ll deal with Warren for the time being.”

With that, I left.