The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Alina's POV:

The woman was Camil, the maid I drove away before. Her timidity disappeared without a trace, and she now looked at me as a smile slowly came to her lips. "Miss Quinn."

As if sensing that I was about to lose my temper, she turned around and in that split second, she morphed her face into a somewhat rough man. Another fleeting second passed and she mimicked the face of my deceased mother and said in the same serious voice, "Alina, are you going to admit defeat? Are you going to allow yourself to be trampled by a lowly she-wolf? Are you really going to take it lying down?"

Along with the shock of how fast she could alter her facial features was the terror that hit me as I saw my late mother's face. I fell to the ground. "Who the hell are you?"

The woman strode over, still wearing the exact same face as my mother's. She squatted beside me and said gently, "You just need to know that everything I said is true."

I looked at the woman's face in a daze and was able to fool myself into thinking that my mother had really come back to me.

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the person in front of me

you. I just want you to

really be that uncomplicated?" I simply didn't believe that she had no ulterior motives. Judging from her black cloak, I reasoned that she should be a witch. I couldn't shrug off the doubts I had over her. None of the witches I had seen was good, and the one in front of me was definitely no exception. She must be up to something. Why else would she come to

revealing a strange smile. "Do you think I have

"If I could kill her, I wouldn't have wasted so much time doing nothing, and we certainly wouldn't

to be arrogant and aloof, she was more ruthless than anyone else. It was just impossible to get into that thick skin of hers. I had suffered more than I could handle when I was in the capital city.

my remarks. She took out a milky white gem pendant and handed it to me. "This is a gemstone that will be helpful in recognizing a relative. The gemstone will turn pale pink once blood is dripped on it. It will feel hot if the one who is blood related to the owner appears within one meter from the gemstone. You don't believe that Sylvia is your father's another daughter, right? Find a way to get Sylvia's blood to activate this gem pendant. If you get close to your father and the gem pendant feels hot, that's

think that I would do whatever you say? Do you want me to believe that witchcraft can outdo

back to her. I didn't want to see my mother's face anymore. That was the only thing that would help her persuade me into doing

really are an arrogant little