The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter novel Chapter 813

Chapter 813: DESPAIR

This feeling was not anything like Iris had gone through before. She was having a hard time to breath. All of despair and misery came crawling back to the front or her mind, brought back all of the forgotten memories that she had suppressed all this time.

Iris was being reminded of the pain when she was being whipped by Mason, the disappointment in Gerald’s eyes for having her as his daughter, the way people looked down on her and how she was trying her hardest to get a little bit affection from people around her.

But then, those memories were interrupted by the memory that did not belong to her.

This was a memory of Ethan.

The period of time when he was in the slavery. The time when he was tortured and how those savages had tormented him. The gamma looked very young, he was no older than fifteen years old. The pain in his eyes and gradually his eyes lost its light.

Iris felt every bone that was broken and every pain those savages gave to him. Iris could feel Ethan’s rage and his bloody desire to kill everyone, or anything that touched him, but he was helpless and weak. There was nothing he could do to defend himself and no one could defend him.

Iris could feel Ethan’s urge to kill himself to end the pain.

And then the memory of Kellan. Iris relived the moment when he told her how to touch him, hoe he coaxed her to do what he wanted. Iris could feel his hand on the back of her head, trying to guide her of how to give him pleasure. The way he moaned and and how he complimented her.

All of his little game...

Iris remembered how confused she was when Kellan touched her inappropriately, but he kept telling her ’It’s okay, good girl...’.

Iris watched the confused little girl, who was none other than herself, trying not to cry when the young Kellan persuaded her to do what he wanted her to do, while telling the little girl all the sweet words that she was so eager to hear.

Even when she was little, Iris craved those sweet words so much.

It didn’t stop there, after the torture that Kellan brought to her and the pain, the scar, the trauma, Iris was being forced to remember how the Howling Wolf pack member resented her, the way they looked at her and how Cane treated her the first time they met.

The way Cane forced himself into her and how he hurt her so bad, adding more trauma and drawing more scars. Every stone that was throne, the disgusting look from them....

Iris was absorbing the dark magic. It was very dark and vicious, Iris thought she wouldn’t be able to survive this. Every inch of her body was being shredded into pieces, her heart was being shattered and crushed, but even so, it was still not enough.

And when Iris thought she wouldn’t be able to absorb more pain and agony than this, the pain only escalated.

She watched her own pale face when she gave birth to her twin babies.

The first baby didn’t let out any sound.

The first baby was as still as rock.

The first baby didn’t move.

She gave birth to a dead baby.

Iris felt like she was in hell.

The agony turned into rage.

The sadness turned into vengeance.

And when she thought she couldn’t be more devastated than this, all of her memories returned like a broken dam. Iris remembered how she lost her second baby. How she lost Rora... the only joy and light in her life.

The little baby that she held, the smile on her little face and how she pouted her lips when she felt uncomfortable. The warmth in her arms.

They snatched her away.

They killed her babies...

They killed her very reason to keep living.

They killed Chrystal and Rora...

The hatred burned Iris’s skin, licked every wound that littered her heart. The rage and madness replaced her pain and agony and Iris held tightly to that feeling because she didn’t want to be in pain anymore.

The last tenderness in her heart had vanished with the torment she had to go through in such short period of time.

And that was all that needed to break all the remaining swords...

Miles away... the five swords had vanished now the heart of the Serafim had tainted completely. Her heart filled with darkness.

Iris wanted revenge!

She wanted to kill them all!

She didn’t want to spare a single life!

She wanted them to feel the pain that she had to go through because of what they had done to her... to her little babies...

There was nothing important. Everything was meaningless now when she lost the only joy she had. The only thing that she prayed for...

And when the heart of the Serafim filled with darkness and the five swords had been broken and vanished, the only thing that left was Decratic...

Decratic could feel the hatred that fueled his strength. The hatred from the Serafim and the wreck of the swords.