The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter

Cane knew this was not real, but what he was witnessing right now had happened in the past. His surrounding would change depended on what moment Iris’s memories took him.

At first, he saw a little girl, playing alone on her own. She couldn’t hear her surrounding, but her beautiful blue eyes filled with curiosity.

Iris was two years old when Mason hit her for the first time, or at least, that was how she remembered it.

The little girl stretched out her arms, her eyes lit up when she saw Mason was approaching her. She had been neglected by people around her and no one wanted to play with her, thus when she saw Mason gave an attention, she looked excited.

Her smile was very adorable when she raised her arms, asking for Mason to pick her up, but instead that little boy was cruel enough to kick her in the chest, her little body hurled across the room.

There was no sound here, not even Mason’s voice or her cry. It was very silent.

Only later on Cane realized why he couldn’t hear anything. It was because, this was Iris’s memories; at that time, in her world, there was no sound. Her world was very quiet, it was terrifying.

For a shifter, who had keen senses, losing one of your senses was very unsettling.

However, this was how Iris’s world until recently when she finally gained her ability to hear. Na was part of Iris’s misery, but then in a way, it helped her not to hear all the horrible words that people threw at her all the time as she grew up.

Cane watched how Mason bullied her, harmed her and how her trauma of dark place started.

Mason locked her in the attic. If it was not him, it would be alpha Gerald. That young boy started to whip her when she was six years old.