Outcast: The Alpha Prince's Beloved

A waning crescent hung in the sky, only showing a scarlet bend. The moonlight spilled over the old and dilapidated building, revealing a corner of the signboard, half of the iron pole issued an annoying movement.

  It was exactly where the famous Suppressor store was located, selling all the weak Suppressors. After the great battle hundreds of years ago, one of the Alpha in the legion started to use the forbidden art and the werewolves achieved the final victory. But the price of victory was that the only supernatural creature left in the world was also the werewolf. Their bloodthirsty symptoms at full moon were no longer moderated, and civilization was gradually replaced by savagery. And that's when a young man knocked on the door of the empire, and he told the monarch a great secret.

  A special pack emerged among the werewolves, they were few in number and had degraded their bestiality that they wouldn t turn back into werewolves during the full moon, and they even had the extra ability to heal themselves. If their blood was sucked, the bestialization of werewolves would be suppressed.

  However, since they had no bestial self-protection ability, they could only be forced to become commodities. First, they were looted by the major werewolf packs, and after numerous deaths and injuries, the packs reached an agreement among themselves, and they distributed these Suppressors equally, after which they were completely materialized and turned into commodities that could be reproduced and sold.

  Nowadays, the Suppressor store had become a hot store among the wolves' pack, and the one on the isolated island was precisely known for its female Suppressor's abundance and beauty, and it had naturally been protected by the military.

  It's 12:00 midnight, and the Suppressor store had already put up a closing sign.

  The window was not quiet either as the clattering chains were knocked on the window glass, which made disturbing creaking sounds.

  At the point if someone passed by, they must have subconsciously avoided this scene.

  A young girl was nailed to the wall, whose wrists and ankles were fixed with leather wrist clasps. Her seaweed-like long hair was disheveled, showing her discomfiture.

  She seemed to be exhausted, panting with her head down. Most of her face was covered by her long black hair, so it was impossible to see her expression.

  And the man who was whipping and chastising her at that moment wore glasses and looked like an ordinary man who would be overwhelmed by the crowd.

  His face had few features, but his hand wielding the whip was extraordinarily strong. He drank the wine in the glass in his hand and used full force to slam the whip on the young girl s jade-like pale skin, immediately causing scarlet blood marks on her body .

  The young girl did not say a word, she even had a little expression, as if the whip did not have the slightest effect on her.

  This was an extremely weird and outrageous scene. Female Suppressor had always been an expensive commodity favored by the wolves. They were beautiful, delicate and submissive, and before selling them, the shopkeeper would usually feed them well and take care of their skin as much as possible for a good price.

  Rarely was there a time for chastisement and punishment?

  "Norma, I've really lost a lot of money trying to keep you." The man let go of the whip and his tone was gentle, unlike the way he had just behaved.

  The young woman still did not reply, and she had understood that the only method of confrontation available to her was silence since long ago.

  "Why can't you learn to be a little smarter?" The man continued, "But if you were more pliable, you could have been picked up by the Hutton family last year, and what good would it do you in the end to drag on like this year after year? You could have been sent back to the Suppressor Breeding Center and kept pregnant until you died, can you stand that kind of life?"

  He said and took another sip of wine. It looked like that he was drunk as the red blood in his eyes was heavier. At the point he didn't look like a human, but like a well-dressed monster. "I really don't understand you freak creatures, hahahahahaha..." He put himself down on the sofa and began to hold the whip again, and the tip of the whip brushed hard across the young girl's collarbone. The angle was so tricky that the young girl opened her mouth reflexively. It looked like she wanted to cry out in pain, but she held it back hard.

  Seemingly the torture would last all night, for the young girl, she had been accustomed to such torture that she would suffer this torture every other day. Time after time, her heart had long worn out, no one in this world would come to her rescue, and no one would care.

  The shopkeeper took another whip, hitting on her old wound that had just scabbed over a few days ago, also hitting on the flesh that had newly grown, which was so painful that she bit her lip and subconsciously tilted her head, and at the point she looked up and suddenly found two people standing on the road opposite the store.

  One of them was extremely high, half of whose face could not be seen clearly in the moonlight, but the moment he looked into his eyes, Norma subconsciously relaxed her breathing.

  The other half uncovered face revealed the man s ocean-like eyes, deep and calm, above which were deep brow bones. The kind of calmness he had developed from his long time in the top position, and his calmness and grace looked totally heartwarming. The side of his face was very young and handsome, and when he looked at people, there was a kind of charm that made people's hearts flutter.

  The man named Ethan was standing next to his best friend. The two arrived in the middle of the night, the difference was that he went to a party and played until midnight, while his best friend just came back from talking about two cooperation cases across the ocean.

  "I think I've seen her somewhere." Ethan said softly, looking closely at the whipped girl in the window. His eyes were not misplaced for a moment from her, as if he was saying to his friend, and as if he was saying to himself.

  "But where had I seen her before?" The man thought in his mind.

  She looked so familiar, as if he had seen her in a dream, and as if she had seen her in the last second.

  Ethan was an S-rank Alpha and the only son of the famous Dempsey family.

  Because of the bloodline, they breaded very little, so the family focused very closely on the suppression of Ethan's bestiality, which was why he came to the Suppressor store.

  He was a little disgusted with the relationship between Suppressor and werewolves. From birth until now, his bestial period was spent by special inhibitors that were not on sale in the market. He did not believe that there was still a need for Suppressor to exist in modern society, which he could only bury in his heart, for he was too lazy to argue with the solemn elders of his family.

  "She?" Bradley exaggeratedly laughed, "Come on, if you want to buy her, just say so, no need to say that you have met somewhere, where have you met, Suppressor Breeding Center?"

  The joke really sucked and Ethan didn't say a word when he heard it.

  The young girl in the window did not misplace her eyes either, which were green, jade-like and translucent. She didn tt need to say anything, since her eyes were bright enough to make people want to stay. The scarlet whip wound did not compromise her half beauty, but rather a kind of indescribable and unsettling sense of brokenness.

  She was not wearing clothes, which was reasonable in the society that Suppressor was only a commodity for sale. Shame and respect were too far away for them. The white nightgown she was wearing was torn beyond recognition, which showed half of her waist across which the scarlet scars of an old whip were hidden. There was also a scar on her chest that looked like a cigarette burn, but the wonderful thing was that the scar was on the right side of her chest and looked like it had been healing for a long time and had grown dark purple new flesh that blossomed on her snow-white body like dazzling flower petals.

  Whoever had such a scar would feel ashamed to show it but only on her, the pain grew into desire, and the scar grew into a rose.

  He could not separate his eyes from the young girl's body, her luscious lips and pale complexion, her scars and pink and white fingertips.

  She was so beautiful, Ethan's pupils were flushed with gold, a symbol of his excitement. Beside him, his best friend shook his head and took two steps back, "I'll go first, I'm scared to death of you looking like this." He looked at the window and stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, obviously, he was tempted, but it sure didn't look like Ethan was going to let him have this Suppressor.

  Alpha had a strong sense of territoriality and he knew it very well.

  After his good friend left, Ethan was still looking at the young girl in the window, who looked like a doll in a display case.

  A long time ago, when his distant cousins were small and studying in human schools, they all liked to buy all kinds of toy dolls, he never stopped for a look, but at the moment he saw her he seemed to suddenly understand why they liked dolls so much.

  It was a desire, at the moment, he also wanted to have the broken doll in the window.

  He wanted it and must have it.

  He no longer stopped and took a step forward.

  After the step, Ethan was completely out of the shadow of the tall building. The moonlight poured into his face, and the girl finally saw his face.

  He was really extremely handsome and was Alpha at first glance. He had an imposing presence and his whole body was upright and strong. His eyes were deep like swirls, and his short golden brown hair shone soft and bright in the moonlight. He wore a round silver stud in his left ear like some animal, and his eyes were sparkling rubies.

  The young girl's pupils tightened.

  The stud was not some decorative earring, but a totem, a unique totem belonging to a certain family of wolves alone.

  Ethan came to the door of the store, he did not care about the closing sign hanging on the door, just reaching out and pushing the door open.

  Years later Ethan would always remember that scene. The temperature on the isolated island that day was very low, but he did not turn bestialization or feel cold at all.

  It was the most relaxing moment of his life, but at the moment he didn't realize it.

  The shopkeeper immediately turned his head to look hearing the sound of the door being pushed open. He was a little annoyed, turning his head while angrily chiding, "Didn t you see the door closed..." But the next second he stopped talking .

  He recognized Ethan's clan crest and could smell the Alpha pheromone on him, a serene and icy floral scent, which were enough for him to guess the identity of the visitor.

  Ethan didn't have the heart to talk to him, so he just pointed to the young girl on the wall and asked, "How much to take her away?"

  The shopkeeper listened for a moment and piled on a smile, "Six thousand, you are not aware that she is an S-grade Suppressor!"

  Ethan didn't care, in fact he wasn't going to suck the blood of Suppressor like the savage pack people, he had the money to invest in any medical institute, and although his biggest bestial period was coming up, he still thought it was something that could be taken care of with inhibitors.

  But the figure of six thousand aroused his curiosity, for the excellent Suppressor currently sold on the market would cost no less than 20,000, the amount of six thousand was way too cheap.

  "What's wrong with her?" Ethan asked curiously.

  "She has no disease whatsoever! You know, the store which dares to sell what unhealthy Suppressor ah, it is because..." The shopkeeper stammered, "Her buyers are disgusted with her, at first I think she looks beautiful, I had fed her with good food and drink for seven or eight years, then I sold her to some families, who knows how many families, but every time she was returned later on." He glanced at Ethan, fearing that he would not buy, quickly added, "But now that she has become an adult, you can buy her back to lock her up to inject nutritional preparations. They Suppressors have very strong self-healing ability and were hard to die!"

  Ethan frowned at the words, he rarely had this sticky feeling of nausea, but he was reluctant to say more and lifted his chin, signaling the shopkeeper to put the girl down.

  The shopkeeper did not dare to offend him, and called over two fellows to unfasten the wrist clasp. The girl hadn t walked upright next to the ground for a long time, plus that her wrists had no strength, the moment the shopkeeper unfastened the wrist clasp she fell to the ground. Ethan signed the cheque while looking at the girl, whose dress was torn and tattered, and could be used as a cover for very little. She hung her head down, and her long hair covered the wounds on her shoulder.

  After signing the papers and seeing the shopkeeper go to handle procedures, Ethan squatted down to look at the young girl and asked her softly, "What's your name?"

  The young girl did not answer, the shopkeeper heard an ear inside, afraid of her being returned again, shouted, "Norma!"

  The young girl clenched her hands, but still did not answer. She was too thin. Her butterfly bones were like wings, which obtained a kind of stunning beauty. There was also a stale wound in the middle of the back of the bone also had, which made Ethan could not help but reach out a touch.

  The moment he touched her skin, Norma couldn't help but shiver. She tilted her head in panic, and her eyes were filled with a watery mist.

  How much she looked like a stray bird at that moment.

  She was timid, petite, and disobedient; she wanted to fly away and was chained.

  He wanted to have the stray bird.

  He held out a hand and said courteously, "Can you get up?"

  Norma looked at his outstretched hand and then at his eyes. For the first time she saw such a strange person, she had seen countless werewolves who had human faces even when they were not bestial, they were human-like but still had the heart of a beast.

  But the man in front of her seemed different from all those people. His eyebrows were calm and deep, and he even extended a hand to her, but instead of picking her up immediately, he asked if she could stand up.

  Subconsciously, Norma held out her hand.

  Her hands were completely petite, also, her fingertips were delicate pink and white, and her little finger had a one-centimeter-long old wound, mottled with old marks like an unsightly centipede.

  Ethan wanted to reassure her to take it easy, then he looked at the young girl's eyes and winked playfully, "Your little finger is perfect for a ring, I'll take you back to town to pick it out."

  Norma's eyes widened.

  The shopkeeper finished the formalities and handed Ethan a thick stack of paper documents as he fawned over him, "You just use the whip if she doesn't listen, and there are some special tools if the whip doesn't work." He scowled at Ethan, trying to hint at the tools he had on display on that wall.

  Ethan followed his cue to look at the "tools" on display all over the wall, and was full of aggression when he didn t smile, "You seem to like being nosy?"

  The shopkeeper was subconsciously frozen with an awkward smile that he had no time to take back, which made his expression much funny.

  As the two walked out of the store, Norma breathed in the outside air for the first time, and the chill in nose choked her, causing her to cough and shiver.

  Ethan couldn't help but smile. It was strange, obviously it was cold and that was not the right place to laugh, but his heart was beating in his chest and he had never felt so good about the moon for a moment.

  He put his hand on the girl's shoulder and ran his hand through her hair, he lowered his head and met her eyes, his tone seemed to soak in honey, "Is that your name, Norma? No, you don't go by that name."

  "I'm going to change your name, you're not a slave anymore." His voice contained a warm smile, and at that moment Norma felt that that was not longer a strange isolated island street, but a rose garden of God's grace.

  He laughed, with his voice drifting on the wind, "You're not a slave, baby, you're a rose."