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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 · Fantasia
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1022 Chs

THE WAR OF DARKNESS AND LIGHT (6)

Cane knew this was not real, but what he was witnessing right now had happened in the past. His surrounding would change depended on what moment Iris's memories took him. 

 

At first, he saw a little girl, playing alone on her own. She couldn't hear her surrounding, but her beautiful blue eyes filled with curiosity. 

 

Iris was two years old when Mason hit her for the first time, or at least, that was how she remembered it. 

 

The little girl stretched out her arms, her eyes lit up when she saw Mason was approaching her. She had been neglected by people around her and no one wanted to play with her, thus when she saw Mason gave an attention, she looked excited. 

 

Her smile was very adorable when she raised her arms, asking for Mason to pick her up, but instead that little boy was cruel enough to kick her in the chest, her little body hurled across the room.