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Chapter 56: The Dream

Author: Lola Everson
last update Last Updated: 2024-07-05 04:21:11
“The Celestial Waters alpha, Alpha Varuna, was defiant. He had ten children lost. He could not; however, forget sweet Cordelia, the omega maiden mated to Alpha Malakai.” My father said in a serious tone.

“All the children of the Celestial Waters are my sons and daughters. Each like the precious pearls we pluck from the sea. You have my children and my heart breaks, but I cannot stand for your tyranny just to mend my own heart. You have already been careless with one of my precious rare pearls, throwing it away like the goddess means nothing.” My father nobly recited Alpha Varuna’s speech.

“Faster than a lightning strike Alpha Varuna’s head was separated from his body. The glint of Malakai’s steel blade flashing as the life in Varuna’s eyes died.”

“Very well. Let this be a lesson. You can choose to stand against me, but it will cost you dearly. Guard, bring the children of Celestial Waters to the Kingdom of the Moon market. They shall be sold to the highest bidder.” He said in Mala
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