The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter

"Dexter is not stable right now, he will not be able to cooperate with the other people," Zeke said and then lifted his head. "Let me go in his stead, my lord."

Zeke looked upset for his son because Dexter was not mentally stable, but he didn’t even bat an eye when he learned his daughter was killed in such brutal way. He was vexed over the fact Cane had harmed that woman, whose Dexter had grown attached to. His plaything...

Now his son didn’t even want to listen to him at all. This was truly upsetting.

However, Decratic didn’t agree with his suggestion. "No. I don’t want him to cooperate with the other people. I want him to go wild. I want him to get his revenge and take down as many people as he could... don’t you think that’s what he needed right now? Hm?"

Zeke lowered his head again solemnly. "If that’s what my lord deemed right, I agreed with it." Zeke’s loyalty to Decratic was unparalleled. It was proven countless times.

And with that, Decratic resumed his focus on the perching crow on his finger.

"Na... your interference will mean nothing..." Decratic muttered to himself. He caressed the crow’s head and smirked. "Keeping her heart pure, huh?" he cackled. "What a waste of energy..."

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"Will you put this on again?" Will suddenly spoke, as he fished out something from his pocket.

Hanna and Amee were helping with the children, there were a lot of them and their age ranged between four to twelve years old.

However, there were a lot of infants too, because the pregnant women just gave birth within these few months. It was hard to track down who was the father of who.