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

Here we go again. I smirked coldly, watching Ron toss his white gloves onto the floor.


The soft music ceased, and while the nobles maintained calm faces, their gleaming pupils betrayed their excitement entirely.


As per the tradition of royal banquets, there would always be some dueling taking place in this hall, a longstanding rule of royal banquets throughout the ages. After all, what could excite us werewolves more than blood?


I couldn't help but scoff at the thought of someone daring to challenge Klaus.


Ron tossed the gloves to Klaus, a gesture signifying the challenge, as per the warrior's etiquette. If Klaus picked up the gloves, it meant he accepted Ron's challenge.


And now, Klaus slowly raised his hand, undoing the brooch on his chest and picking up the gloves in front of him. Klaus's cloak slid off onto the seat, revealing his suit.


57 The Duel