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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

A LITTLE THING ABOUT HER

"What is it?" Iris' blue eyes lit up, they looked so pretty under this starry sky.

Even when Cane appreciated the serenity of this forest as its quietness was to his liking, still, it was her presence that brought peace to his chaotic mind, enveloping him with the tranquility he craved.

Cane stared at her for a little bit longer. The stray strands of her hair fluttered in the wind and she shuddered a little bit when the coldness caressed her rosy cheeks. Her curls looked unkempt and Cane noticed how she would try to tame her hair every morning, because she seemed very conscious every time he saw her sporting such messy hair.

However, little did Iris know. Cane liked to watch her that way. She looked adorable in her own way, as she clumsily combed her fingers through the tangles of her locks.

"What is it?" Iris asked again when Cane said nothing and just kept staring at her.