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.

you will die. You have committed so

As I watched my father get increasingly closer, I almost failed

second he grabbed my wrist, my rational thinking

the dagger

dagger pierced his clothes and sank

dagger I was holding was buried deep

withdrew my hand, stumbled a few steps

He hadn't expected this reaction of mine and he looked

approach me..." I was so terrified that

dagger protruding from his chest, from where blood was

cheeks. I yelled in a hoarse voice, "I didn't want to hurt you. I told you to

out the blood-stained dagger from his chest and dropped it to the ground with a thud. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

stop myself from shaking, I didn't dare to meet my father's eyes. My