The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter novel Chapter 648

Chapter 648: A PERFECT COMBINATION

"My lord, finally you graced me with your presence," Cyan said politely, she knelt down in front of a young man, around the age of twenty, whose face extremely similar to Alan. He was literally him, in a younger version. People wouldn’t notice the different between the two if they didn’t pay close attention.

Recently, Decratic had gone out of the room that confined him for months, but no one noticed he was a different person from their king because of how similar they were.

"Stand up, Cyan," Decratic said, he looked around the room, where Cyan occupied, ever since she returned from the Howling Wolf pack with Zeke and lost her ability to see because of the lycan.

"Thank you, my lord." Cyan felt nervous because she couldn’t see the lord she had worshipped for so long. The belief that her father dictated her and her brother.

Finally, Decratic approached Cyan and pinched her chin between his fingers to see her eyes. "You have beautiful eyes," Decratic said.

"Thank you, my lord." Cyan’s heart thumped wildly. She had heard what happened to the crippled prince. He could walk again now. He didn’t need his wheelchair anymore and now he led his own warriors, answered to Decratic’s order and Alan started to be confined inside a secret room, as Decratic filled his role as the king.

As his mother, Cyan didn’t feel anything when she learned about what happened to her son. There was not an ounce of sympathy for him whatsoever. It almost felt like she couldn’t care less what they were doing to him, as long as it didn’t bother her. She had never fond of that son of hers at all.

She was actually ashamed to give birth to Aeon’s child. If it was not for her duty and her father’s grand plan to reach this point to revive Decratic, she would never agree to be touched by Aeon.

That king was disgusting. The only hiccup they had was to get him killed during the commotion in Goffa Mountain before he could fulfill all of his role. That was why her father was very angry for what she had done, because the battle in the Howling Wolf pack, actually, was not their original plan.

"You are very helpful, Cyan. It will be a pity if you are blind." Decratic kissed both of Cyan’s eyes gently, he caressed her cheeks lightly. "You are very smart, Cyan. It’s a pity your father didn’t recognize your effort and your sacrifice. Just because you were born as a woman, it doesn’t mean you are less worht it."

Cyan’s heart skipped a beat when Decratic voiced out her deepest grievances. Zeke always had this look of disappointment whenever he met her eyes, when all Cyan wanted was the recognition from her father, but he disheartened her over and over again for something she didn’t have control of.

"You are smart and beautiful. Remember that, Cyan."

Cyan opened her eyes and at first, everything was blurry, she could only see the outline of the person before her, but then gradually, everything became clear and she saw Decratic for the first time.

She had been informed that Decratic took Alan’s form, but she would never think they looked eerily similar!

Cyan took a step back because of how shocked, she was, but then she immediately knelt down, realizing how rude her gesture was.

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you so much to grace me with your healing ability!"

"Raise, Cyan." Decratic caressed her head. "If you want to thank me, I need you to help me with your brilliant idea and amazing plan."

Cyan perked up when she heard that. No one had ever told her that she was brilliant. She created a plan after plan because that was what she needed to do, something that had been her duty, since she was born, thus there was no need for a praise.

Therefore, Cyan became a little bit eager to go out of her way to ensure they achieved their goal.

"I will do anything to make sure you get what you want."

Decratic smiled harmlessly, as he watched Cyan stood up in front of him. "I want the Serafim."

Right at that time, someone knocked on the door and Dexter’s voice travelled inside the room. "My lord, there is a little bit problem. Someone has exploded the great wall!"

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Iris was staring at the baby in her arms, she cooed at her and the baby would giggle and purse her tiny lips. She was mesmerized by this little one.

Thanked to Cane, Iris became a little bit confidence to hold the baby. He taught her gently what she needed to know about taking care of the little one.

Every time she held the baby, she couldn’t stop imagining how her and Cane’s baby would look like. Would the baby be a boy or a girl.

When Iris asked about it, Cane didn’t seem to be concern.

’I will love them all the same.’

That was what Cane said when Iris asked what if they got a girl for his firstborn. In this era, having a boy as the firstborn was almost like an obligation, as if the mother could decide what the sex of the baby, because many men would prefer to have a boy, since girl could only grow up to warm man’s bed and was only valuable if they could secure a great man to be their back up.

Iris was really grateful when Cane didn’t mind if they had a baby girl, in which, probably would only be their child, knowing this pregnancy felt like a miracle for them.

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