The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663: BLACK RAIN AND DARK SKY (5)

"My lord? What happened?!" Zeke came to approach Decratic. He was sitting on the ground near the fireplace, sweat covered his forehead and he was breathing heavily. "What had happened with you?"

Decratic raised his hand, indicating for Zeke to step back and not to touch him. He looked like he was in pain. His body was slightly trembling.

"Bring him here," Decratic said in low and dark voice. His eyes were very red, they looked terrifying, as if death stared straight into your eyes.

By ’him’ that Decratic meant, it was Alana and Zeke knew without further explanation, as he walked out of the room and returned not long after with a man, but his face was covered under the cloak he was wearing.

He staggered and had a hard time to walk, thus he needed two guards to help him.

Meanwhile, beside Zeke there was Corry, he was the king’s personal advisor. He looked so old, as if he aged for a few decades. His body was visibly trembling.

Once they were inside the room, Corry immediately knelt down in front of Decratic, he was still reeling with the fact there was someone, who looked exactly like Alan. You wouldn’t be able to see the difference between the two of them.

Corry was smart enough to know what was going on inside the palace and could tell this man, whose face was the same like the king, had been using dark magic. He was a dark sorcerer. But, his instinct told him this man that Zeke and Dexter, even lady Cyan called as ’lord’, was someone more powerful than them.

More vicious and dark than them...

Way more powerful until those dark magic users worshipped him.

Corry kept his mouth shut. He was wise enough not to pry even further. Because the more he knew, the more his life was in danger. Knowing things too much could kill you.

"Do it," Decratic said, his grating voice echoed inside this silence room, as he talked to Corry.

The advisor grabbed Alan’s hand, where he whimpered and tried to pull it away. He looked lethargic, something that rarely to be seen for a shifter.

"No, no, no..." Alan kept shaking his head vigorously, refusing whatever Corry was about to do to him. "I am the king! I command you to stop! Stop!" Alan roared angrily. "I am your king! I am the king!"

Corry hardened his heart, because he had witness what had happened to those who refused this man, he didn’t dare to offend him even in the slightest.

"Corry! Corry! Don’t do this! Don’t you dare to do this!" Alan was trying to fight back when his body was being pinned down by the two guards that dragged him here, while Corry slit his wrist and put his blood on a basin. "Mother! Mother! Please help me!"

Alan and everyone knew lady Cyan had never cared about him. She couldn’t care less about his well being and there was no way lady Cyan would come all of sudden to stop whatever they were doing to him.

It was even more believable, if she would help them instead.

However, still, Alan kept calling for his mother. He was like a kid, who was looking for comfort from the only people he knew could help him. Unfortunately for him, he had never learned.

And what put Alan in more agony was the fact his healing ability as a shifter, kept healing the wound, thus Corry had to do it over and over again, making every incision deeper than before to make the basin full of his blood.

Now Decratic had grown up just like Alan and no one could tell the difference between them, all Alan could enjoy was a dark, small space in a secret chamber inside the king palace.

He couldn’t go out, he couldn’t see anything else aside from walls that surrounded him, there was no window in his small room, no bed, no quilt, no fire, nothing.

He was fed well to keep him alive, but there was nothing more and the only time he went out was for this.

His situation was very depressing, but as coward as he was, he didn’t dare to take his own life, even though he felt like dying every day.

"No! Stop! I command you to stop! No! Mother! Mother!" Alan was struggling, crying when Corry make another deep incision.

"He heals too fast..." Corry said in small voice, he looked nervous because it took him so long to collect Alan’s blood and he was afraid that dark sorcerer would lose his patience with him.

Therefore, he instructed the guards to make Alan bent his body and this time, he stabbed his stomach.

"Arrgghh! I am going to kill you Corry! Mother! Help me!"

It took around a hundred cuts to finally fill the basin and Corry immediately brought it to Decratic dutifully. He glanced at him for a while, before apologizing for his tardiness.