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The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter

***MAIN STORY: COMPLETED*** ## MATURE CONTENT! ## “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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1025 Chs

UNDRESSED HER

Again. The dream of the five swords and the empty hall. What is that?

 

The dream came so often, which left Iris doubtful that it was just a coincidence, but if it was not, what was the meaning behind it?

 

She felt like she was missing something, yet she couldn't remember what, nor could she pinpoint what it was. Was it a person? A thing? She didn't have the slightest idea about this strange feeling.

 

But then, as soon as she touched one of those swords, she would wake up, even though she knew that she was dreaming every time she ended up in that room.

 

Iris opened her eyes sluggishly and then looked around her, she was aware that she had fallen sick because of the heat and also how Readmond had called a healer for her. Her consciousness drifted in and out, but she didn't remember that she was moved to a carriage.