The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 674

Alina's POV:

When Sylvia turned around, the voice that called her came from the crystal ball. Soon, the person's features eventually appeared.

It was my father, Leonard.

I was disoriented, and it was obvious by how blankly I was peering in at the crystal ball on the ground. I never pictured that my father could be so gentle and kind. It was as if the person I was looking at was another entity. Was he indeed my father?

What flashed in the crystal ball was the scene when my father was giving Sylvia a special training in the capital city. The more I stared at the scene, the more I couldn't help but notice something different.

Oh, I got it now. My father had never trained me with so much patience, let alone got along with me like a friend. What I didn't experience when I was with him was what I was seeing he was letting Sylvia encounter.

I couldn't really peg the two of us as father and daughter—we were more like superior and subordinate. We seldom interacted with each other, but when we did, we would usually get straight to the point. Small talks were out of the question. He had always drawn a line between us; if there was nothing necessary to talk about, he wouldn't even bother speaking to me.

I had a hard time understanding our setup before.

I eventually decided to shrug it off thinking it was just the way my father was. He was only keeping a stiff edge around me for my own good. But never had it crossed my mind that he could be a kind and gentle father. Was it because I was conditioned to think that way?

The crystal ball was now giving me the answers to my questions: he poured all his love to another girl, sparing none to his own daughter.

My eyes stung, and the next moment, tears streamed down my face as I felt my heart being wrung.

The scene switched to the wilderness. A majestic white wolf was galloping in the forest. Without a doubt, I knew it was my father's wolf. Sprinting behind him was a she-wolf of the same color. It was Sylvia's wolf.

I had seen her wolf in the school exam before. I didn't think too much at that time, but after witnessing how close Sylvia and my father were, everything became clear to me. Once again, I felt my heart being wrenched.

One glance could fool anyone into thinking they had the same hair. Another glimpse would make one notice that a few wisps of their red hair matched each other.