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.

You have committed so many transgressions.

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

rational thinking was overcome by

the dagger and I

clothes and

senses, the dagger I was holding was buried deep inside my

so 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

gushed out of my father's chest. He hadn't expected this

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

father didn't reply. He just stared down at the dagger protruding from his

want to hurt you. I told you to stay

shouting, he pulled out the blood-stained dagger from his chest and dropped it to the ground

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