Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 679 Isolated
Alina’s POV:
Everyone was shocked by Sylvia’s yelp. Rufus approached me with a frosty expression and grasped my wrist tightly. “What’s in your hand? Show me!”
Pain lanced through my hand. I swallowed the fear that threatened to overwhelm me and curled my fingers more firmly around the object I was holding.
If Rufus saw it, he would K*ll me.
That was the general course of action in the imperial palace. If anyone hurt Sylvia, that person would meet a miserable end.
I wasn’t afraid before, but now even my father was on Sylvia’s side, and no one would speak in my defense.
Rufus was so enraged that he tightened his grip. Finally, I felt my fingers go numb and the razor blade I’d hidden between them clattered to the ground.
Upon hearing the sound of the blade hitting the ground, everyone turned in my direction.
My father was furious. “Alina! What are you doing?”
My body involuntarily began shaking. Ever since I was a child, I would get frightened when my father became stern with me. Now, it was a well-established habit that I couldn’t break.
He picked up the blade from the ground, his body vibrating with anger. “You want to K*ll Sylvia?”
I bit my lower lip and didn’t answer him. I believed his question was ridiculous. If I truly wanted to K*ll Sylvia, why would I wait till now? My father was so agitated that he wasn’t thinking straight.
It was certainly looking like the witch was correct. Sylvia was his favorite daughter. And I was just a fool.
Rufus’ lips curled up in contempt and he shoved my hand away. Then he walked to Sylvia and gently examined her wound.
I almost went insane with jealousy when I saw this. If Sylvia hadn’t entered our lives, perhaps I would be the one Rufus tended to so tenderly.
I glared fiercely at the she-wolf beside Warren.
She was so terrified that she hid herself behind him and didn’t even look up from the floor. What a coward.
I didn’t see the point of having such a meek mate, but Warren was extremely protective of her. Since the second he had stepped foot into the banquet hall, he had been constantly attending to this woman’s every need, worried that she might be unhappy. He was behaving like her slave.
My heart stung painfully as if several thousand bugs were gnawing at it simultaneously. Even the people who always stood by my side had left me. What was left for me to be nostalgic about in this world?
I would love it if everything was destroyed. I didn’t want to see these people anymore. I stepped back alone, putting distance between us.
Everyone was gathered around Sylvia and no one paid any attention to me.
This was exactly what I wanted.
I slipped my hand, which was stained with Sylvia’s blood, into my pocket and clasped the gemstone. Then, I repeatedly rubbed the stone.
I only took the gemstone out to check it after the blood on my hand had dried. Surely, the gemstone had now turned light pink.
I inhaled deeply, clutched the gemstone between my fingers, and slowly walked forward.
My heart was beating like a jungle drum. I was petrified about the outcome.
I skirted everyone from a point that was farthest away from my father. When I began walking toward him, my palm suddenly felt hot.
My hand shook and I froze in my tracks. The gem was burning hot.
I didn’t dare to get close to my father again, so I walked around everyone. During this time, Flora had her eyes trained on me, as if she was apprehensive that I would do something to hurt Sylvia again.
I ignored her intense gaze. I clutched the gemstone so tightly that I could feel it cut painfully into my palm. My mind was scrambled.
When I got closer to my father again, the gemstone also began to burn again.
I clenched my jaw tightly and approached him with measured steps. The more I closed the distance between us, the hotter the gemstone got.