Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 707

Alina’s POV:

My eyes went wide in fear and shock. My first instinct was to throw the dagger away.

But Noreen held it in my hand tightly and said, “Think about it, Alina. Do you really think your father will just let you go after you did this to him?”

“N—no!” I stammered. I struggled subconsciously, tears and snot running down my face. “I just wanted him to sleep for a while and not get in my way. I don’t want him to die! He’s still my father. How can I kill him?”

My mind was a complete mess and I couldn’t help but ramble.

Noreen didn’t seem to have the patience to waste her breath on me anymore. She clamped her other hand on my shoulder, as though to prevent me from running away. “Listen, Alina, you have no way out. You’re not his only daughter. He has… Other choices.”

“Other choices…” I murmured incoherently.

I knew she was right. I had no other choice, but being family was a magical thing. I resented my father for marrying me to some stranger as a political move. But now that I was being told to kill him, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

B***d ran thicker than water. It wasn’t easy to kill family in cold b***d. When I imagined a life without my father in it, my heart ached terrible.

“Alina, wake up!” Noreen snapped. He never cared about you. If he did, he wouldn’t have been so anxious to marry you off to another pack. To him, you’re nothing but an obstacle to his plan of passing the position of Alpha to his other choices. The new Alpha may be Warren or his other daughter, but it will never be you.”

I was stunned when I heard this.

Noreen was right. My father had never even considered making me an heiress. He just wanted me to marry someone. My pack was no longer my home…

Once my crimes were exposed, I’d be despised by the world. That was the best case scenario. I hated to even think of what the worst case scenario would be…

It was better to silence my father now before anyone found out.

Noreen let go of my hand, leaving the dagger with me. “It’s up to you,” she said indifferently.

Then she turned around and left.

I stood there, trembling, at a loss as to what to do.

Just then, my father was finally able to stand up. He walked towards me slowly, wincing with each step.

I was so scared that I retreated a couple of steps. “Don’t—don’t come near me!”

I raised the dagger and pointed the blade at him. “Don’t think I won’t hurt you! You wouldn’t forgive me for what I have done!”

My voice broke and I choked on my sobs. “You’ll definitely hate me and exile me…”

My father was absolutely livid. There wasn’t a trace of warmth on his gloomy face.

“How dare you, you bastard! I’m your goddamned father!”

Going berserk, he looked around and seemed to want to smash something.

But my father had always lived simply and had no other furnishings in his bedroom.

He couldn’t replace anything he could break, so he gave up and took another step towards me.

I was so scared out of my wits. How did he manage to recover so soon? “One more step and I… I’ll really kill you!”

“Shut up, Alina! How dare you threaten to kill your own father? I raised you! This is how you repay me?”

My father’s eyes were burning with anger and blue veins stood out on his forehead. If he wasn’t poisoned right now, he would’ve beat the crap out of me.

I bit my lower l*p and forced myself to calm down.

“Put down the dagger, Alina. There’s nothing we can’t fix. You’re still my daughter. Let’s have a talk, okay?” To my surprise, my father suddenly softened his tone.

“Shut up!” I couldn’t stand hearing him talk about our relationship as father and daughter. It hurt too much for him to call me his daughter.

I glared at him and shouted, “You never loved me. You only love Sylvia! You’re Sylvia’s father, not mind!”

My father was stunned and he stopped in his tracks. “You knew?”