Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 709

Leonard’s POV:

“No, it’s not like that. Alina, you are mistaken. I have never wanted to get rid of you. Our pack is always your home and your support,” I disputed her claims and clarified everything for her again.

Alina shook her head to show that she didn’t believe me. “That’s enough, Dad. Chet is dead, and your plan is ruined. You don’t have to lie to me anymore.”

“I want nothing more than for you to be happy! I’m not forcing you to get married again if you don’t want to. For as long as I live, I will support you.” I was a little anxious. I didn’t want to see her like this anymore. Everything I did was to make her happy.

If this had only brought her pain and misery, I hope she could one day be free to live however she pleased.

Even if it meant that she would not get married…

“Dad, Chet is dead.” Alina suddenly calmed down. She glared at me and added in a dismal and odd tone, “So no one can force me to get married now, not even you, Dad.”

I paused for a moment, and the sadness surged in an instant. Chet was really dead. He was such a good young man.

I swiveled around to look at the young man thrown carelessly to the ground. His b***d had dried up, and his beautiful blue eyes would never see the world again.

“I’m sorry, Alina. Maybe I was wrong.” My shoulders sagged as I felt sadness and guilt engulf me.

It was at this point that I realized how foolish and conceited I had been.

I should have been more aware of what the kids were thinking.

“Dad, an apology won’t always work,” Alina remarked venomously.

“Tell me. What can I do to make you feel better? Alina, I will try my best to make it up to you as long as you are willing to talk to me.” I gave her a weary glance, hoping to put a stop to this absurd confrontation as soon as possible.

Alina kept silent for a long time.

Just then, a black shadow flashed through the corner of my eyes.

At once, I got alert and shouted without hesitation, “Alina, run!”

But it was too late. Alina was already encircled by the black figure, which held a weapon ready to inflict harm on her.

I glared at the figure and yelled, “Let her go!”

The black figure was just a cloud of human-form fog. I had a vague feeling that the woman in black cloak was playing a trick on me.

Alina didn’t seem to notice it and looked at me in confusion.

“I’m sorry, Alina. Maybe I was wrong.” My shoulders sagged as I felt sadness and guilt engulf me.

The weapon in the black figure’s hand got steadily closer to Alina’s neck. I felt my nerves rising and called for Alina to come over to me. As I spoke, I hurriedly moved close to her.

Maybe my sudden move frightened her, causing her to flail the dagger. “You! Stay away from me!”

I didn’t take Alina’s threat seriously. My only concern was to get her out of danger.

At this point, the weapon was within inches from Alina’s face. It could pierce through her fragile skin if it was a little closer.

“Trust me, honey. Come here!” Once again, my anxiety caused me to yell at her.

Alina backed away from me, tears streaming down her face, afraid that I would hurt her. “Don’t come over…”

Seeing that she was getting closer to the black figure and was about to be stabbed by the weapon, I lunged forward, grabbed her hand, and dragged her towards me.

Alina screamed as she fell into my arms.

At this time, the black figure behind her had disappeared.

I breathed a sigh of relief. When I was about to comfort Alina, I felt a sharp pain piercing through my chest.