The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432: THAT’S THE PLAN

"What do you mean by that?" Haco got this feeling that there was something more to Lu’s words. He hunched his back, waiting for his answer. "Lu, at least, have some decency and tell me what it is. You have used me for five whole decades."

Lu stared at Haco. "You have at least a year more left."

"Why so? Are you being a clairvoyant now?"

"I was extracted from you. You can say I have been your life force for the past five decades, your life force is attached to me." Lu crossed his arms in front of his chest, staring at Haco lazily, while the sorcerer tried to process this piece of information.

"And why is it only my life force that’s attached to you? Why isn’t it vice versa?" Haco was still hoping that Lu just said something nonsense, but then if there was something he really knew about this lycan; he was always true to his words.

"Because I am not even alive, old man." Haco massaged his temple when he got the answer. "Feeling better now you know about it?"

"No!" Haco snapped, but then he sighed deeply and his tone turned a little bit calmer when he talked again. "After you used me for five decades, only now you found time to drop this information that I am finally free from you."

Lu scoffed. "The day you were kicked out of the Holy Kingdom was the best day in your life, admit that." Lu tapped his temple, indicating that there was a time when they shared their thought processes.

Haco scoffed back at him. His grey hair glinted under the sunlight that filtered through the open window, as his wrinkled lips tugged upward. "I think the Holy Kingdom is indeed not a place for me."

Silence ensued as the two of them fell deep in their own thoughts, before Haco threw the same question that he had been dying to know an answer for at him again.

"Was the first Serafim your mate?"

Lu clicked his tongue. He showed an expression which clearly showed him that he didn’t want to talk about this, but the sorcerer was persistent.

"At least, let me die in peace. You will not die again just because you answer a question of mine, you know." Haco knew the reason why Lu died and if the first Serafim was indeed his mate, a lot of things would finally make sense from the history that he read a long time ago.

"Yes, that cheeky woman caused my demise."

Even though that was the truth, Lu still couldn’t bring himself to cuss at her and regard her accountable for his death. His love for her was so deep and he was willing to go through it all over again just to keep his promise to her.

That woman was truly the death of him, but there was no regret.

Thankfully, he didn’t need to be bound to the same stupid promise he made centuries ago, now it was a different lifetime.

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At the forty- seventh lash, Jemma stopped crying, letting out only a small whimper every other second. Her body stopped struggling and at the fifty- two lash, she went still. She did not even make any small sound, still Will continued until the last lash and only then did he stop.

People would see him as a monster now and he didn’t care.

The young, sweet boy that they knew, someone that still had a warm heart even after his slavery days and always looked so peaceful, as he avoided conflict and used to be the pacifist, had now turned into someone else completely.

Will wouldn’t hurt someone if it was not necessary and was very compassionate, but then, here he was, standing in front of the bloodied girl that he whipped to death, feeling nothing. He was broken beyond repair. There was no fixing for him.

Blood soaked the ground and some of it splashed on his chest, face and hair. His hand was bleeding because he gripped the whip too tight.

The whip dropped from his hand and then he walked toward Iris to inform her the punishment had been delivered.

"You may retreat," Iris said and Will immediately resigned himself, all of them knew where he would go. "Release her."

Two guards immediately came forward and lowered Jemma’s still body to the ground. Her healing ability couldn’t keep up with the wounds that she sustained.

"Lu- luna..." One of the guards stuttered, as he rushed toward Iris and knelt down in front of her. He was trembling under Iris’ gaze. "Luna, the girl is... dead." It sounded like a whisper, but all Iris needed to do was to read his lips, so she understood what he was saying.

"Bury her."