The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter
Chapter 585: THE BIRTH OF THE DARK SOUL (2)

Chapter 585: THE BIRTH OF THE DARK SOUL (2)

"Cane, seriously, something must have happened to Oliver," Ethan said when he just gave Cane a report as usual. Among the reports, he learned that Oliver had not yet reached the Riverside pack.

Meanwhile, Cane had just demoted the seven warriors, who failed to do their duty during the night one of the Silver Warriors sneaked into their bedroom, which caused the lycan to come out and take advantage of his mate.

The seven of them were demoted to guards, which meant, they were nothing but errand boys, of course, this was a humiliation for someone, who used to be the warriors of the pack, but they knew their mistake was very fatal, it was already great enough for them not to get a death punishment.

If Cane had been like the other alphas, their heads would have been hung on the spikes by the next day. Or, they would be begging for mercy, while being tortured in the dungeon. The other alphas had no regard for someone like them, because they could get as many warriors as they wanted and they were bound to oblige their alpha.

A demotion was nothing compared to the real punishment they deserved, still, they had to live the rest of their lives with this shame.

"Have they sent any people to look around the area?" Cane glanced at Ethan, as the two of them walked toward the pack house.

Argean and Grory got their first order from Cane and now they went to accomplish it. The situation with them was still in a gray area, because Cane couldn’t trust them a hundred percent yet. To be honest, he didn’t even have fifty percent trust in them.

They looked so polite and replied to him straightforwardly, which would make you lower your guard around them, but Cane had seen a lot of things like this. Mental warfare was not something new to him.

"Yes, but they couldn’t find him within the territory." Ethan might have had a fight with Oliver before he left to the Riverside pack, but he didn’t have any malicious intention toward him, after all it was only a matter of different perspective. He didn’t wish anything bad to happen to him either.

"Send a few people to the Riverside pack and track down the paths that Oliver might take." Cane’s expression didn’t change.

"Yes, right away." Ethan was about to leave when he remembered one more thing. "Ah, I forgot to mention this, because this letter is not directed to you."

Ethan fished out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Cane.

"That’s a letter from the same child in the orphanage who wrote to Iris weeks ago. I think Trion or someone had taught them how to use a hawk to deliver the letters since they are able to write and read now."

Cane saw small cursive words on the corner of the envelope. The handwriting was not neat, but you still could read it.

For lovely luna Iris.

That was what was written on the corner of the envelope.

Cane didn’t say anything for a moment, as he stared at the letter in his hand from the child in the orphanage. He didn’t think what Iris taught to these children or to his warriors could bring a tremendous difference.

Yes, the children wouldn’t be as resourceful as his warriors when they were still there, but still a little bit of information and a glimpse into what happened in the capital city would always be welcomed rather than knowing nothing, since he had ordered his people to withdraw from the capital city right after Alan sat on the throne.

However, Cane didn’t open the letter right away. It was directed to Iris, so it was only right for her to read the letter before anyone.

Cane went straight to their bedroom, but found it empty. He had told her to take a rest and now not only was she not sleeping, but she was not even in the bedroom.

"Where is the luna?" Cane asked one of the warriors, who then told him that Aliana and the luna’s personal warriors had been asking around about Zale’s whereabouts, so it was most likely that the luna had gone to see the young boy.

Without a second thought, Cane marched toward the warrior’s quarters, where Iris had gone with her little group of warriors he had assigned to protect her.

But it seemed, Iris had found another use for them...

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Alan’s arms were shaking so badly when he stared at the creature in his arms. This creature was supposed to be a baby, but it didn’t have any facial expression. The baby didn’t even cry at all ever since he made his way out of his mother’s womb.

The horror of the event would be forever engraved in Alan’s mind.

"I- I don’t want to hold it...! I don’t want to hold it...!" Alan was on the verge of throwing the baby from him

And, if it was not for his grandfather’s threat, he would have done so. He was even tempted to stomp on this creature, to make sure it died and stopped staring at him with his red eyes.

Its tiny fingers looked menacing, putting Alan on alert that this baby could claw his throat, or this baby could claw his heart out, since he was pressed to his chest.

The idea of what could happen and his wild imagination didn’t sit well with him.

"Hold him securely, or I am going to control your useless mind!" Zeke barked at Alan, which left him startled. His grandfather had done it once and he didn’t want to go through the same experience for the second time.

His stomach churned to think he was going to be controlled.

However, when he looked down, those red eyes kept staring at him. Even though the baby was born just less than an hour ago, his expression was so mature and his small hand that gripped the front of his clothes felt like a silver dagger that pressed against his chest.

This small, defenseless baby screamed danger in Alan’s eyes, his instinct told him to be away from this creature, but his body didn’t want to oblige.

"Father, she keeps bleeding," Dexter said, his voice distraught. He tried to revive Aria again, but she lost so much blood. Her intimate part was ruined, because the baby had made his way out brutally.

Zeke only spared him a glance, before he beckoned Alan to follow him with the baby in his arms. "She has already died, what do you need her for, now that her purpose has been fulfilled and she is no longer useful?"

Those were the only words Zeke threw at Dexter before he left the room.

However, Dexter didn’t have the same thoughts as his father, he stared at Aria’s face, feeling complicated.

Once it was only him in the room, while the other dark sorcerer had left, Letto entered the room anxiously.

"Master... should we bury her?" Letto asked quietly, he frowned to see the messy state of Aria. He felt sorry for her, because her life was so hard. Even in her last breath, she still had to endure pain and misery.

Dexter narrowed his eyes. The only way to revive Aria again was with black magic, but there would be a side effect to it.

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"Why are you always kneeling down when you see me?" Iris crouched down as well in front of Zale, while the young boy lowered his head.

"Luna, I have pledged my loyalty to you, you are my master now," he said in a firm tone.

"I have never said that I will accept that," Iris replied, teasing him, and smiled to see the look of shock on his face.

Meanwhile, the other five warriors joined them and watched the whole thing. They were not too keen to have this young boy from the Silver River warrior pack to be within their ranks, but once again they witnessed how gentle and graceful their luna was.

Now they could see how their luna managed to help them during their time of need, even if she had to go against her father and brother. They had seen how the luna stood before the alpha to help the people in the Silver River pack. Her heart was so kind and she had a nature to help people around her, it came as an instinct for her.

"What should I do for you to accept my loyalty, luna?" The boy had a serious look on his face. "I will protect you. I will make sure you are not harmed."

"How can you protect me when you can’t even protect yourself?" Iris stretched out her hand and picked a leaf from his head, then she caressed his face. "Before you can protect anyone, you need to protect yourself first. You have never been trained before, haven’t you?"

Zale shook his head, he was a little bit flustered by how gentle the luna touched him, especially when she wiped dirt from his face.

Aside from his dead sister and a little bit of recollection of his mother, he didn’t remember having been touched so gently like this, every other touch he got was so painful and disgusting.

"Come, you need to clean yourself first." Iris extended her hand toward Aliana, who handed her Joel’s clothes that she asked from the young warrior earlier. "They are not new, but they are clean." She gave the clothes to Zale and then looked at Zephyr. "Can you help him with his training from now on?"