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.

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

my father get increasingly closer, I almost failed at subduing the fear I

my rational thinking was overcome

the dagger and I

his clothes and sank into

senses, the dagger I was holding was buried deep inside

hand, stumbled a few steps back, and collapsed to

my father's chest. He hadn't expected

you not to approach

down at the dagger protruding from his chest, from where blood was

voice, "I didn't want to hurt you. I told you to stay away from me. Why didn't

out the blood-stained dagger from his chest and dropped it to the ground with a thud. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on

to meet my father's eyes. My heart sank to my stomach, and