Semua Bab CLAIMED BY DARK ALPHA: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Dad cried again, and just like before, I felt the urge to cry with him, but I fought it back as hard as I could. My lips trembled, but I bit down on them until I almost tasted blood. I didn’t want to cry in front of him. I needed to be strong, even though inside I was breaking into pieces.“Dad, everything will be okay. Please, stop crying,” I whispered, forcing a steady voice. My hands clenched into fists. If he kept crying like this, I was afraid that I’d give up too—that I’d sink into the same hopelessness he carried in his eyes. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I had my father and my brother to fight for. I had to stay strong for them, even if my own heart was already shredded.Dad’s red eyes dropped to my back. He had seen it—the broken egg that had been thrown at me earlier, its sticky yolk dripping down my torn clothes. He had seen my scraped knees, where stones had cut through my skin and made blood trickle down my legs. He had seen it all, and instead of anger, there were only tea

The night was cold, but the air was heavy, suffocating even, as if the whole village had turned into a trap.“No! We have to leave, far from here. C-come on, they’re coming.”Dad’s voice broke into the silence. It wasn’t his usual steady, calm voice—it was trembling, shaky, the kind of sound that made my chest tighten in panic. I had never heard him like this before. He was afraid. My father—the strongest man I knew—was terrified.And that made my stomach twist so badly I almost couldn’t breathe.The first thing my eyes landed on was the blood dripping from his stomach. Thick, dark red. My mind refused to process what was happening. All I could think of was stopping the blood before it was too late.“Dad!” I cried out. With nothing in my hands to use, I rushed to him, my heart pounding like it wanted to tear out of my chest. I pressed both hands against his wound, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. My fingers were shaking so badly that I could hardly keep pressure on it.Befor

- Third Person's POV -A monster, they called him. A terrifying creature, they said. But who cares? He doesn’t. Their whispers and curses mean nothing to him. His face is as cold as ice, his features sharp and intimidating, more frightening than anyone else could ever be.The man walked in the silence of the forest, his heavy steps echoing faintly on the damp soil. In his arms, he carried an unconscious little girl. Her fragile body looked so small compared to his strong build, almost like she weighed nothing at all.He had a heart of stone, or so he believed. No warmth, no mercy. Yet for reasons he couldn’t explain, something about this little girl bothered him. From the moment she appeared at his cave, wounded and weak, everything inside him shifted. She carried an alluring scent… sweet, rich, almost intoxicating. The very instant he smelled it, he knew. This little girl… was his. She belonged to him.He reached the road that cut through the edge of the forest. The night air was col