The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

Both Alina and Blair were locked up in dungeons, but their living conditions were vastly different. I heard from Rufus that Blair still had access to food and drinks in his cell, as well as books and games to kill time. People who didn't know about his situation might've thought he was simply on vacation.

Alina, on the other hand, was imprisoned in a dark, damp cell.

It was barely furnished with only a bed and a table. In the corner sat a mad she-wolf with a disfigured face.

Alina was shackled. Her white robe was stained with mud, and the gold thread embroidered in it was ripped out. The blood on her face had dried up, but the cut was very deep. It likely would never heal properly, permanently disfiguring her once pretty face.

killed your own father just to inherit the

drooped. She stared at the table in a daze. "It's not like I wanted

I tried my best to keep calm. Alina always played the victim whenever she did something wrong. In the past, she had Leonard to help her, but now, she had no one. Despite this, she still refused to repent for her sins. She was pathetic and hateful. Alina then giggled like a madwoman. "Yes, I killed him. If he hadn't

Leonard just found out that I was his daughter at the time. And assuming he wanted me to become the

He thought about you all the time. He had never lost his temper with you, and he even spoiled you! On the contrary, he had never been nice to me and my mother. He only ever treated me

abruptly and pounded on the table. "But so what? You're nothing but

was the winner. "So it's good that my father's dead. With him gone, your identity will never be restored, and you will never be able to inherit his position as the Alpha!" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on

stop myself from slapping Alina across

just cradled her cheek, as though she was numb from the

in trouble. He even secretly handled all the dirty things you had done in the capital city just to protect your reputation. And he didn't just find you a random man out of the blue. Chet was a good man- steady, capable, and responsible. Although his pack was a little small,