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The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter

WARNING! -DARK ROMANCE- “Why do you have scars?” All of sudden, Iris changed the topic, as she looked at Cane in the eyes. She was still clutching to his sleeves. “Your father gave me,” Cane replied. He thought, Iris wouldn’t remember this conversation when she woke up. “That must be so painful.” “They are.” “Will the scars heal?” “I don’t think so.” The night indeed made you vulnerable and let you said something that you would never admit when it was bright. The obscurity softened your heart. “Too bad. You have a warm soul.” Iris frowned slightly. “I no longer have a soul.” He had sold his soul for the freedom of his people. There was nothing left of him right now. “Yes, you have, but you are in so much pain.” Iris blinked her eyes. “Your beast is in pain. You have so many scars.” “The only scars that I have is on my face.” Iris shook her head meekly. “I am not talking about your face. I am talking about your soul. Too bad, you are in so much pain… what my father and brother had done to you must be painful…” And after that, Iris closed her eyes and fell asleep. ====================== She is the daughter of an alpha who has killed his family, razed his pack and has also made his people slaves. Now, he has achieved revenge after ten years of being treated as a slave and was living a life that no one would ever imagine. Life akin to hell. And ten years later, Alpha Cane manages to take over and kill the alpha who has made the lives of his people worse than death. It was time for him to make the children of the alpha pay for what their father had done. Only… Iris was a runt and she was very different from her father.

i_want_to_sleep · Fantasy
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1040 Chs

A SURPRISE

Joyce probably nine years old right now, but her body as light as a five or six years old child, she was malnourished and was very skinny, so did the other four children that survived. 

Aside from Joyce, there was a year old baby, two little girl around the age of two and seven and also a young boy in the age of five. They were in poor condition. 

Cane gave his waterskin to them, in which they gulped it down and finished it. 

"I am sorry, it's finish…" the boy said sheepishly, but Cane simply ruffled his hair, while Lou stood behind the alpha and watched those pitiful and dirty children. He had clamped his mouth and said nothing, but he stayed away from them too, as if he was afraid they would dirty his cloak, yet a complicated feeling fleeted in his eyes.