The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation romance Capítulo 53

VALERIA

I don't know what kind of mystery the King is hiding this time. I just hope he’s not plotting another one of his tricks to trap me in his Casanova games.

"Miss Valeria, I need to pee," said the timid voice suddenly, tugging on the sleeve of my dress.

"Now? Can you hold it just a little longer until your father arrives?" I asked, but he shook his head, fidgeting anxiously in his wheelchair.

"Oh, Goddess, how do I solve this now?"

I thought about taking him behind some bushes in the forest, but when I asked the woman sitting next to me, she mentioned there were public bathrooms nearby.

I grabbed Edward's wheelchair and we headed that way.

It was located on a street near the square, at the end of a narrow alley.

But when we arrived and I saw men coming in and out of an old wooden door marked "Public Restroom," I ran into another problem.

How was I supposed to enter a restroom full of men?

It was impossible, so I decided to take him to the women’s restroom next door instead.

"Wait, I can't go in there. Mom says boys can't enter there," he stopped me, seeing my intentions.

"But Edward, I can't enter the men's bathroom, that's why I suggested waiting for your dad. How have you managed to pee other times with your mom?"

I asked, and he explained that the only time he’d come, a servant from the mansion had taken him, but today it was just the two of us.

He was adamant—he wouldn’t go into the girls' bathroom.

Ugh, this whole motherhood thing wasn’t always fun, and I was starting to draw attention, standing in the middle of the area with my “peculiar” face.

"Miss, I can help with your pup. I have mine with me too. It's hard for females to take boys to the restrooms," said a man, smiling as he stood next to a boy around ten years old, who was curiously watching Edward.

I hesitated for a moment.

Edward didn’t seem well-known, and no one was staring at him like he was the Alpha's son.

Maybe they didn’t recognize him because he rarely left his mansion on the hill.

"I would really appreciate it. I'll wait right here," I said, handing over the wheelchair, though I felt a bit uneasy.

Still, the man didn’t seem suspicious, and he had a child of his own.

I rubbed my hands together, standing at a corner nervously as people entered and exited the restroom. I hoped I hadn’t made a mistake.

When I finally saw the man return with his son, I scanned the area—but there was no sign of Edward’s wheelchair.