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.

die. You have committed so many transgressions. No one will

in my ears. As I watched my father get increasingly closer, I almost failed at

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

fingers curled around the dagger and I stabbed him with

pierced his clothes

dagger I was holding was buried

stumbled a few steps back,

of my father's chest. He hadn't expected this reaction of mine

know why... I'd warned you not to approach me..." I was so terrified that I mumbled

He just stared down at the dagger protruding from his

to hurt you. I told you to

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shaking, I didn't dare to meet my father's eyes. My heart