The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 401

Harry's POV:

John raised her eyes and said in a flat voice, "I'm the Crescent Pack's Alpha's son."

My eyes widened in shock. I couldn't believe my ears. Crescent Pack was a very powerful pack. Not only was it prosperous, but it was also known as the home of several military talents. Many of the best generals hailed from that pack.

It had never crossed my mind that John had such noble origins.

When we were in the military school, she had kept a low profile, so everyone assumed that she was also an Omega like Flora.

I had heard rumors that the Crescent Pack's Alpha's son was a wild and irritable werewolf, but I hadn't expected him to actually be a she-wolf to begin with.

Doubts ran amok in my head as I studied John.

She was nothing like the gossip had portrayed "him" to be.

"What's going on? Is there something wrong?" John watched me and asked in a calm voice.

My lips parted and I hesitated before finally giving in to my curiosity. I asked her about the rumors. "Everyone says that you are vulgar and useless. But I can see that is not the truth. Has there been a misunderstanding?"

John shot me an inscrutable smile, causing goose bumps to break out all over my body.

This was the first time she had smiled at me, and it was terrifying.

She replied in a low voice, "It's not entirely wrong. Indeed, I used to be a loser."

"But you are awesome now..." I dithered. Praise for her was on the tip of my tongue, but my words sounded inexplicably inappropriate to my ears.

John's grin widened. She was smiling, but it didn't reach her eyes. Instead, I could see darkness lurking behind them.

I quietly rubbed my arms, a frisson of fear uncoiling inside me. I hastily ended the topic and rushed towards the bed with my phone.

"I'm going to sleep. Take your time."

John didn't respond. A few minutes later, she turned off the light and went to bed too.

The little girl's melodious voice softened my heart.

My lips curved up into a smile and I crouched down to hug my daughter. However, when the little girl raised her head, I was greeted with John's expressionless face again.

"Ah!" I shot up on the bed, cold sweat trickling down my back. After a few minutes, I came back to my senses. Fortunately, it had just been a dream.

I heaved a sigh of relief. I turned around, wanting to get out of bed and get some water.

However, when I turned my head, I saw John's face. She was seated at the head of my bed and was watching me passively.

Even more outrageous was that I had been sleeping on the upper bunk.

As I opened my mouth to scream, I felt the cold tip of a dagger pressed against my throat.

"Be quiet." John's tone was calm, but her eyes glinted murderously.