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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

SIDE STORY (LETTO): A GREAT LIFE

That little boy was hugging himself, sitting at the empty alley, where trash scattered on the ground, the smell of this corner of the city was horrifying and everyone, who walked by would scrunch their noses because of the smell.

 

It was Greazly city in Karam continent, where people only cared for their own business and not some dirty, orphaned little boy, who was on the verge of dying.

 

The boy was hugging his little kitten, who just died yesterday, because a carriage run it over and the owner scolded him because his little kitten's blood dirtied their expensive carriage.

 

Meanwhile, he was standing there, hugging his only companion, as the kitten's blood seeped through his ragged shirt.

 

After the owner was satisfied scolding him, he left. There was not an ounce of pity for the poor little boy.

 

And now, he was still sitting in the same place, where no one would bother him and his dead little kitten.