My life completely fell apart when I turned 18. My father's beta killed my family, took control of our pack, and replaced my father as the leader.
"Survive, Emilia," were my mother's last words to me as I became his slave. To disgrace my family, the traitors made me serve guests at a banquet and shot at me. Just when I thought I was going to die, a man stood in front of me. He exuded the strongest ALPHA aura and looked at me with dangerous eyes, saying something that made me tremble: "I want this woman."
Who was he? Why did he want me? Why were his eyes filled with desire and hatred when he looked at me?
"Emilia, you must atone for your father's sins," he said as he tied me to the bed, pinning me down. I felt like this time, I wouldn't be able to escape.

Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate

A sharp female voice cut across the lawn, and for the first time, I realized that Veronica's voice was even more unpleasant than Phoebe's cries. The black-clad guards, who had been kneeling with their heads down, became alert again. They drew their daggers and once again surrounded the woman in the yellow dress.


Wow, I was surprised at the woman's keenness. I shouldn't have been detected by any werewolf.


Some of the black-clad guards cautiously passed by me, but I was sure that in their eyes, they only saw an ordinary wall. Their movements were swift as they searched around the corner of the garden, but they found nothing.


"Your Highness, there's no one here except us," a black-clad guard respectfully replied.


As expected, I watched the werewolves, who looked puzzled and bewildered, and was confident that my magic hadn't failed.


42 Your Highness