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The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter

“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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A MISTRESS

Iris didn't know what happened yesterday night at the dinner that she didn't attend, but what the King said threw her off guard.

 

King Aeon talked in a way that insinuated the young woman named Nala had pleased Cane and they had a good time. She was not that naïve to not know what he was trying to imply.

 

Her heart skipped a beat when she imagined what might have happened between them.

 

Iris was well aware that she shouldn't develop such feelings, since this was what other women felt whenever their man took mistresses. It was a tradition, so the bloodline wouldn't die, since they said blood was thicker than water, but to its irony, siblings would kill each other for highest power.

 

More so, their mate bond was not something that happened because both of them wanted it. Neither of them consented to it. It happened because Iris was at the wrong time and wrong place that night.