The Lycan king Secret Child

Three—Ivy’s POV

With a forced smile on my lips, I passed the chatting group and went inside to grab our bags. The moment Zyran saw me with the bags, he quickly dropped Pearl to the ground and retrieved them from me.

That was the only opportunity I got with Pearl, but it quickly ended when she trailed behind us, screaming at the top of her voice that her Dad was Superman.

Zyran was basically enjoying it as he flaunted his muscles.

After carefully tugging her into the car and placing the luggage in the boot, I called Zyran over for a talk.

“I never wanted you here in the first place, but seeing my daughter this way would make it difficult for me to deny her the right to see you from time to time.”

“But let me be clear with you. The moment you or any pack member disrespects her, I'm pulling out, and you will never set eyes on her again. Mark my words, Zyran. I'm damn serious,” I warned him because my daughter was my first and only priority.

I knew she wouldn't be accepted in the pack, but if he chose to protect her just like my father protected my mother when she was pregnant with me, then we would both be safe.

“Come on, it's not like anyone chased you away, Ivy. You chose to leave all by yourself. Look, you have to believe me. No one is going to hurt her. I promise.”

“Oh, you have the guts to tell me that, Zyran? You pushed me out of your life and chose Blair over me because I was what? A common maid to you? Or is it because I'm not a Lycan? Or is it because people would call you weak if you did?” I raised my voice slightly as anger coursed through me.

How dare he? How dare he speak as though he had no idea how much his actions had affected me?

“Can we talk when we get home? Please. Let us not do this here.” He pleaded before ushering me into the car. I obliged, not because I had no more words to say, but because of the genuine look on his face.

Throughout the ride, I kept quiet and simply listened to their chat. Most of the time, I caught him stealing glances at me through the rearview mirror. And every time he did, I simply rolled my eyes at him.

“Daddy, can you come to my school? I want to show all my classmates that my Daddy is Superman. Please, just this once,” she pleaded, flashing him her puppy eyes—the kind no one could resist.

“How about you go to a much bigger and better school? In this school, everybody will treat you like a princess because you are a princess.”

Her eyes widened as she gasped in shock.

Then she turned to me for the first time during the entire ride and asked, “Mummy, is it true that I'm a princess? And do I have my own kingdom like Sophia the First?”

Her innocent and curious look made me chuckle.

“Yes, sweetie. You are a princess, and you have your own kingdom. And that is where Daddy is taking us to.” She gasped even louder as she swung her legs in excitement.

“Now that wicked landlord won't disturb us, Mommy. Daddy has finally come to save us.” I quickly placed my hand over her mouth as if it would stop her from saying what she had just said.

“Ivy, what's going on? Do you have any problem with the landlord?” Zyran asked in a concerned tone. I eyed him without saying anything.

“We will talk about this when we get home.”

The way he said the word “home” made me recall all the fantasies I used to have while we were dating. I used to fantasize about the day I wouldn't have to work as a maid anymore, but instead, I would have tons of maids serving me.

The rest of the ride passed in silence, as if everyone could sense the awkwardness hanging in the air. Pearl kept quiet, her eyes fixed outside the window, while Zyran continued driving, his eyes shifting between the road and the rearview mirror.

Everything happened so fast. Before I knew it, we had arrived at the airport, where the private jet Zyran had brought to pick us up was waiting for us.

Once we boarded, Pearl couldn't stop staring around in amazement, her little eyes widening as she took in everything around her. She kept going, “Wow!” and “Daddy, look!” as she explored the jet with her eyes.

And just like that, we were on our way back to the pack.

Soon, we got to the pack, and the first thing I noticed was how civilized it was. Unlike the last time I was here, there were good roads and proper facilities.

A cheeky smile spread across my lips as my eyes scanned the structures in front of me.

“Seeing that satisfaction on your face means I did a good job renovating the entire city. You don't have to say it out loud. Thanks for your regards,” Zyran said as he crept up behind me with Pearl in his arms as usual.

“Oh, please, don't flatter yourself. I wasn't admiring anything.” I turned my face away, a blush crawling across my face and making it red instantly with embarrassment.

Then we got down from the jet.

Zyran whispered something into Pearl's ear, and she nodded, sticking out her pinky finger. When they were done, he finally dropped her.

“A guard will escort you to Willa. She must have heard about your arrival,” he stated, stuffing his hands into his pockets, his face turning serious.

“Okay,” I whispered.

A car pulled over, and within seconds, our bags were packed inside. As we pulled away, heading toward the exit of the airport, I couldn't bring myself to look back at him. I wanted to check if he was watching us as the car disappeared.

Then I saw it.

He pulled a woman who had appeared out of nowhere into his arms, burying his face in her hair. A moment later, his eyes found mine.

And without looking away, he pulled her closer and kissed her.