The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Alina's POV:

Everyone was shocked by Sylvia's yelp. Rufus approached me with a frosty expression and grasped my wrist tightly. "What's in your hand? Show me!"

Pain lanced through my hand. I swallowed the fear that threatened to overwhelm me and curled my fingers more firmly around the object I was holding. If Rufus saw it, he would kill me.

That was the general course of action in the imperial palace. If anyone hurt Sylvia, that person would meet a miserable end.

I wasn't afraid before, but now even my father was on Sylvia's side, and no one would speak in my defense.

Rufus was so enraged that he tightened his grip. Finally, I felt my fingers go numb and the razor blade I'd hidden between them clattered to the ground.

Upon hearing the sound of the blade hitting the ground, everyone turned in my direction.

My father was furious. "Alina! What are you doing?"

My body involuntarily began shaking. Ever since I was a child, I would get frightened when my father became stern with me. Now, it was a well-established habit that I couldn't break.

his body vibrating with anger.

ridiculous. If I truly wanted to kill Sylvia, why would I wait till now? My father was so agitated that he wasn't thinking

was just

curled up in contempt and he shoved my hand

almost went insane with jealousy when I

entered our lives, perhaps I would be the one Rufus tended to so

glared fiercely at

she hid herself behind him

What a coward.

Warren was extremely protective of her. Since the second he had stepped foot into the banquet hall, he had been constantly attending to this woman's every need, worried that she might

gnawing at it simultaneously. Even the people who always stood by my side had left me. What was left for me to be nostalgic about in this world?

didn't want to see these people anymore. I stepped back alone, putting distance between us. Everyone was gathered around Sylvia and no one paid any

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which was stained with Sylvia's blood, into my pocket and

on my hand had dried. Surely, the gemstone had now turned light