The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Alina's POV:

My father kept getting closer to me, his face grim. No matter how much I screamed, he refused to let me go.

A violent buzzing sound filled my ears. I saw visions in front of me, all of them filled with angry fathers.

Several voices in my head seemed to warn me that my father was lying to me. He didn't love me the slightest bit. If he caught me, I would certainly be deprived of everything and rendered homeless. I collapsed, losing my last shred of sanity.

I had committed so many wrong acts. I'd even poisoned my father. I would never be forgiven!

"Kill him. Once you kill him, you will be free!" a ghostly voice whispered in my ears. I didn't want to pay heed to it, but it haunted me.

I had a splitting headache and just wanted to escape.

him, Alina, or you will die. You have committed so many transgressions. No one

voice still lingered in my ears. As I watched my father get increasingly

second he grabbed my wrist, my rational thinking was overcome by

dagger

his clothes and sank into

to my senses, the dagger I was holding was buried deep inside my father's

hand, stumbled a few steps back, and collapsed to the ground. "No.

hadn't expected this reaction of mine and he

I'd warned you not to approach me..." I was so

didn't reply. He just stared down at the dagger protruding from his

voice, "I didn't want to hurt you. I told you to stay away from me. Why didn't you listen to me? You forced my

and dropped it to the ground with a thud. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access

I didn't dare to meet my father's eyes. My heart sank to my stomach, and