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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

HEAT

Iris woke up in the middle of the night and felt her whole body burning, as if someone set her on fire.

 

She opened her eyes and panted slightly, as she got off the bed and put out the fire in the brazier. Sweat trickled down from her forehead and her curls stuck to the sides of her face, annoying her.

 

She was wearing a thin nightgown, but still, she was sweating profusely and she didn't know why she was like this. Her body was feverish. Did she get sick because she was caught in the rain this noon? How weak was her body actually?

 

Gritting her teeth, Iris went to the window and opened it, letting the cold wind enter her stuffy room, caressing her hot skin. Only then did she feel slightly better. It didn't last for long, though, because soon the fire in her intensified even more. She fell to the floor, panting wildly. Her legs couldn't support her body and she was trembling, unable to move an inch.

 

What was happening now?