Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 710

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.

“Don’t hesitate. Kill him, Alina, or you will die. You have committed so many transgressions. No one will forgive you.”

The voice still lingered in my ears. As I watched my father get increasingly closer, I almost failed at subduing the fear I felt inside.

The second he grabbed my wrist, my rational thinking was overcome by agitation and uneasiness.

My fingers curled around the dagger and I stabbed him with it.

The sharp dagger pierced his clothes and sank into a soft spot.

When I snapped back to my senses, the dagger I was holding was buried deep inside my father’s chest.

I was 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 didn’t… No!”

B***d gushed out of my father’s chest. He hadn’t expected this reaction of mine and he looked stunned.

“I don’t know why… I’d warned you not to approach me…” I was so terrified that I mumbled anxiously.

My father didn’t reply. He just stared down at the dagger protruding from his chest, from where b***d was still spurting out.

Tears of horror and despair streamed down my cheeks. I yelled in a hoarse voice, “I didn’t want to hurt you. I told you to stay away from me. Why didn’t you listen to me? You forced my hand!”

As soon as I finished shouting, he pulled out the b***d-stained dagger from his chest and dropped it to the ground with a thud.

Unable to stop myself from shaking, I didn’t dare to meet my father’s eyes. My heart sank to my stomach, and chills started running all over my body.

After a few seconds, my father stopped moving but remained upright.

I looked up warily and saw him reach out his trembling hands as he walked toward me.

I wanted to run, but I had no strength left. My feet were rooted to the spot. In the end, I closed my eyes from the overwhelming fear.

But the next second, I felt a warm broad palm rest on my head. “Don’t be afraid, Alina.”

My eyes flew open and I looked at my father dazedly. Tears poured down my cheeks. My surroundings seemed to vanish completely, until I could only feel that warm hand on my head.

I still remembered getting lost in an amusement park when I was a child. When my father found me, the first thing he had done was pat my head affectionately and tell me to not be afraid.

I choked with sobs and my legs gave way. “Why don’t you scold me?”

“Because…” My father paused, gasping with pain. “Because my darling daughter didn’t do this on purpose.”