The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter

After that night with the alpha, Iris was down with a fever for more than a week. She was barely conscious when she was fed and drank her medicine, but her fever didn't break until the fifth day and after that she could only stay in bed, hearing Hanna weep for her as she cursed the alpha under her breath to make her missy go through hell.

But then, if the alpha really wanted to take his revenge on Iris by using the same method Alpha Gerald had used on him, Iris wouldn't be here. She would have been thrown to the savages and left to be feasted upon.

Or maybe got her private part scalded with boiling oil, like her father had done to Alpha Cane.

Yes. Her father had ruined Cane's private part and they laughed about it. Hanna was not there, but she heard a very disturbing story about the event. Alpha Cane was only an inch away from death, while the other five alphas watched it.

And it didn't happen only once. They treated it as an amusement for them.

If Cane was not a direct descendent from an alpha, or he was only a mere shifter, he wouldn't have survived such torture.

"Hanna... water..." Iris's voice cracked. She woke up early because she felt thirsty. Her throat was so dry and her lips were chapped.

During this week, the alpha didn't bother her at all. There was no message from the alpha that he needed her to pleasure him either. Everything was so quiet.

"Here, Miss, drink this..." Hanna brought a cup of water to her lips when she heard her whimpering. Tears welled up in her eyes to see her condition right now.