That my father still loved me and Warren hadn’t left me. “Alina, what’s wrong with you? You look so pale. If you’re not feeling well, go to your room and rest.” My father’s voice was dripping with impatience, as if he wanted me to disappear.
I burst into laughter as the tears continued to stream down my face unchecked. This was my father. Now that he had another daughter, he could treat me nonchalantly as if I were trash.
It finally seemed to dawn on him that something was very wrong. He came closer to me, his face creased with worry, and asked, “Alina, what happened to you? Why did you cut Sylvia’s hand with a razor blade?”
“No reason!”
I furiously interrupted his question, glared at the gathered crowd, and finally fixed my eyes on Sylvia.
“I just hate her! I detest that bitch! She’s such a goody-two-shoes, but the moment she meets a male wolf, she wags her tail, begging for attention like the slut she is. I loathe her! I wish I could chop her into pieces!
I cursed her with passionate hatred. If words could Kill, I certainly wanted to murder this bitch who only stole stuff that belonged to others!
My father froze in shock and studied me in disbelief. “Alina, do you even comprehend what you’re saying? How could you say something so vicious? It’s not like you at all!”
I sneered. “Father, you are such a loser. You don’t even know your daughter’s true nature. I’ve had enough of behaving like a lady. I don’t care if you don’t like me in my true form. Anyway, you have more than one daughter.”
My father was so enraged that he slammed his hand on the table. “Alina! What are you babbling about? Snap back to your senses. This is not the place for you to mess around!”
“I’m in my senses. Don’t worry about me. Your real cause of concern should be if the wedding will proceed smoothly.” I glowered at him challengingly. He was so desperate to get me married and kick me out of the pack, but I didn’t want him to have this happiness.
“What do you mean?” My father’s body vibrated violently as he pointed one finger at me and asked, “You want to run away from your wedding?”
I chuckled and replied, “Good guess. I promise you that the wedding you are so eagerly looking forward to will only end up being a vain hope of yours.”
Then I shoved the table, overturning it.
I wasn’t happy with this shitty banquet, and I wouldn’t let everyone else be happy either.
My father completely lost his temper now and shouted, “Guards! Take her back to her room. She is not allowed to step out of the room without my permission, and no one is allowed to bring her food!”
Owen stepped forward and said in a coaxing voice, “Calm down. Alina only said all this out of anger. I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”
My father didn’t pay heed to him. He pushed Owen away and said, “Don’t try to change my mind. I will teach her a lesson today.”
I stood to one side with an icy expression and stayed quiet. Then, the guards took me away.
Alina’s POV
After I got taken away from the banquet, my father sent a group of people to guard my room, fearing that I would escape.
I was so enraged that I sat in the corner of the room and repeatedly hit the wall with a dagger.
It didn’t take long before small holes in the wall appeared. I thought it would be great if these holes were on Sylvia’s body-oozing blood every time she would try to fight back.
I had no doubt that would be agonizing. I knew I would feel the same thing if that happened to me.
All I wanted was to see her suffer.
I wouldn’t have ended up like this if it weren’t for that bitch. All my suffering was because of her. She was a thief, and she plundered everything that once belonged to me.
When I was in the capital city, I shouldn’t have shown mercy. I should’ve Killed her when I had the chance.
Elva-my wolf-kept cursing inside my head. She blamed me for getting defeated by such a bastard. When I had enough of her scolding, I hit the wall with the dagger one last time, causing white dust to fall on the floor.
“What’s the point of taking it out on the wall here? Go and Kill Sylvia already! That’s what you should do!” Elva sneered.
“That’s enough. Leave me alone!” I retorted. I didn’t want to listen to her, so I decided to block her voice.
My wolf had always been this arrogant. Making her say something nice was out of the question.
I took off my dress, leaving me with only my leggings and underwear. It was already late, but when I noticed that it began to drizzle, I opened the window and leaned against the frame. I felt calm when I looked down even though I was five meters above the ground. For werewolves, jumping down from this height wouldn’t be able to Kill us. However, I’d still get hurt if I did so, which in my case, could probably temporarily distract me from the emotional pain that I had been enduring all this time. I was now like the princess who was trapped in the castle deep in the woods, with no one coming to my rescue.
Soon after, a sudden downpour flooded the area, and droplets of rain fell on my body. Although it was a summer night, I was freezing.
The pain in my chest almost made me unable to breathe. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t break free.
I wanted to sob, scream, and bawl my eyes out, but I had no tears left to shed.
I didn’t like this. I was not a quitter. Even if I was fighting a losing battle, I’d fight to the last minute and take down as many enemies as I possibly could.
With that thought in mind, I burst into laughter as I looked up at the night sky. This was ridiculous. In the end, I still had to fight.
Thunder and lightning flashed across the night sky, and because of the heavy wind, the window slammed shut right in front of me. I wiped the droplets of rain on my face and went back to the room.
The light in the room was dim. I paused for a moment before looking around the empty room.
“Show yourself,” I coldly stated.
Just then, a woman in a black cloak appeared before me. Her face was still covered, but her voice was no longer hoarse. It was bright and clear now. That was probably her original voice.
“How did you know I was here?” she chuckled.
I snorted and simply went to the wardrobe to take a coat and put it on. “Didn’t you want to see me break down after confirming the truth? There’s no way you would be here if you didn’t want to see me suffer.”
The woman let out a playful smirk. “You know what? I like you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Thanks, I guess.”
Witches were always cunning and calculating. Manipulative, even. I didn’t believe that this woman in black just came here to tell me the truth. She probably wanted to irritate me and make me do all the dirty work. Although I hated associating with her, she played the right trick and managed to pique my curiosity.
“Tell me what your purpose is. What do you want me to do?” I asked in a low voice.
Rufus’ POV
I was glad that Sylvia’s wound was only a small one, but I still felt bad for her when I caught a glimpse of the blood stain on her palm.
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