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.

or you will die. You

my father get increasingly closer, I almost failed

wrist, my rational thinking was overcome

curled around the dagger and I stabbed

sharp dagger pierced his clothes and

dagger I was holding was

stumbled a few steps back, and collapsed to

of my father's chest. He hadn't expected

approach me..." I

down at the dagger protruding from his chest, from where blood was still

hoarse voice, "I didn't want to hurt you. I told you to stay away from me. Why

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

my father's eyes. My heart sank to