From Rock Bottom to Hero - Chapter 17 - A Father’s Plea

A silhouette of a man standing upon a boulder with the crescent of the moon shining behind him.

A kukri dripping with blood in one hand and a pistol in the other.

The image of burning flames surrounding him.

The countless mercenaries screamed as they saw this scene.

“It’s a demon!”

She always knew there was a woman hidden in his heart, so when that woman appeared, she obediently withdrew. However, unexpectedly, he abandoned his 'beloved' and instead frequently invited her.“Mr. Fu, didn't you say there was a contract to discuss?” He pressed her against the cold wall, continuously approaching: “If you were a bit uglier, perhaps I would want to talk contracts and drink tea with you, but you're so beautiful, I only want to talk love with you.”To him, Qiao Mo was like his most cherished treasure, and whenever others looked at her, he felt they were trying to steal her.

Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder.She was wrong. The worst was yet to come.She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years.The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation.She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return.The hatred was mutual. So what now?Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all.But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her.But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else?Was it too late to regret?

If the gods no longer bestow their mercy, then let us kindle bonfires, carry great swords, become skeletons, or heroes of legend.