The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter
Chapter 269: HEART WRENCHING CRIES

Chapter 269: HEART WRENCHING CRIES

"Prince Alan, please, calm your anger..." Corry pleaded with Alan, as he looked so afraid to watch on how he smashed everything that he could reach and literally destroyed his own bedroom out of anger.

Not only was he not able to get what he wanted and humiliate Ethan, in extent to insult Cane, but it was him who had been dishonored in front of so many people.

Not stopping at that, his father reproached him harshly for how stupid he handled the situation. If it was not for his mother, he would have been punished severely for not meeting his father’s expectations again.

And now almost all the people in the court with higher ranks looked at him as if he was a scourge in their eyes.

"How dare they look at me like that!" Alan smashed another statue, which shattered to the floor once it hit the wall. "I am the Crown Prince of this kingdom! How dare they look down on me?!"

"Please... calm your anger, Prince Alan. We will find a way to make the Alpha pay for all of this." Corry tried to assuage him, but the Crown Prince was too pissed to listen to him.

"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" This time, Alan attacked Corry, as his claws emerged and left four glaring wounds across Corry’s face, which made the old advisor crumple to the floor, crying in pain, as blood oozed out from his wounds.

With such wounds, he would heal within a few minutes, but of course, he would be in agony.

Two warriors approached him and tried to help him to stand up and lead him out of the room, or else, they were afraid the Crown Prince would be too driven by his impulse and maul this old man right there and then.

They were very familiar with his habits, after all this was not the first time for something like this to happen. The best thing was to let him do whatever he wanted.

"Where is that boy?! Where is he?!" He shouted at the door, from where the warriors took out Corry.

"Someone will bring him here, they must be on the way," one of the warriors replied politely to Alan, while the Crown Prince threw profanities at him, but he didn’t even flinch when Alan threw a fist sized box at him and let the wooden box hit his head.

Not long after that, someone came with a little boy in his tow. This poor little boy had his head covered in a sack to hide his face from other people. Both of his hands and legs were tied, as he sat down inside a small cage that didn’t allow him to do anything, but sit still silently.

Seeing this, Alan’s eyes lit up with malice. His anger shifted into something vicious once he saw this creature.

"Open the cage!" He ordered the warrior, as the other warriors closed the door of the bedroom, because they knew soon after this, the room would be filled with the sounds of that poor little boy’s cries.

When the cage was opened and the sack was pulled over his head, the scared little boy stared at Alan. His whole body was trembling, because he knew what was waiting for him was only pain.

His grey eyes filled with dread and he kept shaking his head. His white hair looked messy and it was too long that it passed his shoulders, making him look so feminine and fragile, as his body was only skin and bones. He was a seven years old child, but he looked like four in this condition. He was extremely underweight and his body was full with scars because of the torture that he received almost on a daily basis.

The little boy cried his eyes out and at the same time, his tears turned into diamonds.

Yes, he was the diamond white tiger, the creature that Alan had bought for fifty thousand gold coins in the auction market. He was the last of his kind.

The boy couldn’t plead, because his mouth was stuffed with a piece of cloth that was tied to a rope which was in return bound behind his head to make sure he wouldn’t spit the gag out.

But, even when he was not able to say anything, you would understand that he was trying to beg for Alan not to hurt him, as he kept wriggling his body to move away from him. He was so scared.

The royal warrior, who had brought him in, glanced at him and took pity on the poor creature. Even a battle hardened warrior like him still had a heart for the little boy, how could someone like Alan smile to see the horror in his beautiful grey eyes? His heart must be harder than a stone.

"Good, keep crying. Keep crying," Alan cooed, as he crept closer toward the boy.

Because his arms and legs were tied, it was hard for him to move, thus he could only wriggle his body, while crying helplessly.

His tears turned into diamonds and the small sized diamonds scattered all over the floor right now.

Someone like Alan would easily buy such things, but to see a miracle happen before his eyes and how this boy’s tears could turn into something valuable was satisfying, especially with the method. Alan liked the method to get the diamonds the most.

"Cry harder! I want to see how big of a diamond that you can produce!" Alan grabbed his left leg and gripped it so hard, until you could hear the crack of his tender bone.

The boy screamed in agony, the sound of it was heart wrenching, even the royal warrior, who was standing not so far from them, had his brows furrowed. The sight was disturbing even for him.

As a warrior, he was used to fighting hard battles and killing his enemy without mercy, but not even once, he tortured a helpless child.

He wanted to step up, but he knew it would only aggravate the already bad-tempered crown prince and he could lose his head as well by interfering.

Alan broke the little boy’s left leg.