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

father get increasingly

my wrist, my rational thinking was overcome

fingers curled around the dagger

clothes and sank into a

snapped back to my senses, the dagger I was holding

barely speak a word. I hurriedly withdrew my hand, stumbled a few steps back, and collapsed to the ground. "No. it wasn't me. I

of my father's chest. He hadn't

why... I'd warned you not to approach

reply. He just stared down at the dagger protruding from his chest, from

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

it to the ground with

shaking, I didn't dare to meet my father's eyes. My heart sank to my stomach, and chills started running all