The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter

Iris woke up before Cane did and the first thing that hit her was the exhaustion. Her whole body was in bone crushing pain. She lifted her hands and saw her wrists were swollen red, she licked her lips and they stung.

Cane must have applied some salve to her lips at some point, which she didn’t remember when, because she could feel her lips were a little bit oily.

For a moment, Iris stared at her bruised wrists and remembered how Cane tried to stop her and pin her body down, so she would stop hurting herself. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she snuggled closer to him and out of instinct, he patted her back, while his eyes were still closed and this made her feel a little bit comfortable as she fell back asleep.

Outside, the sun had not risen yet, but the sky was getting lighter, chasing out the darkness of the night and when the sunlight finally spilled through the window on the sleeping couple on the bed, Cane opened his eyes and found his mate was still fast asleep. He checked on her briefly.

Cane didn’t look lethargic despite what had happened last night, but surely a hint of silent concern could be seen in his eyes. After all, he needed a good night’s sleep and being with Iris helped chase away all of his nightmares.

Cane pried himself out of her embrace, as he was about to get out of the bed, but the movement woke her up.

Iris opened her eyes abruptly when she felt Cane move away from her.

"Sleep a bit more," Cane said, as he caressed her cheek.

But instead, Iris sat down and started to pull at her hair nervously, as she watched Cane walk across the room and take something from the cabinet. There was a small green container in his hand when he walked back to the bed and sat down in front of her.