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.

Kill him, Alina, or you will die. You have

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

second he grabbed my wrist, my rational thinking

around the dagger

sharp dagger pierced his clothes and sank

senses, the dagger I was holding was buried

hand, stumbled a few steps back, and collapsed

my father's chest. He hadn't expected

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

father didn't reply. He just stared down at the dagger protruding from his chest, from where blood was still spurting

voice, "I didn't want to hurt you. I told you to stay away from me. Why didn't you listen to me? You forced my

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