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.

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

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

my wrist, my rational thinking was

curled around the dagger and I stabbed him

dagger pierced his clothes and

back to my senses, the dagger I was holding was

frightened that I could 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 didn't...

chest. He hadn't expected this reaction of mine

you not to approach me..." I

reply. He just stared down at the dagger protruding from his chest, from where blood was still

down my cheeks. I yelled in a hoarse voice, "I didn't want to hurt you. I told you to stay away from

chest and dropped it to the ground with a

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