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

As a wizard, I've never quite understood the crude and barbaric behavior of werewolves toward each other.


Now, passing through the stone corridor and climbing the steps, all the nobles dressed in their finery are seated or standing in the stands, overlooking the oval open space enclosed by stone slabs below—it is the arena of the werewolves.


"Ulysses, have you done what I asked of you?" Klaus, in a soft, neatly tailored black suit, sits in the area closest to the stage, his brow furrowed, showing no excitement like the other nobles.


"Hmm," I chuckle softly, "don't be so nervous, Klaus. Be patient, and soon you'll see an exciting spectacle."


Disguised as Klaus's servant, I stand behind him, watching as the iron gates on either side of the arena are opened by the servants, and Emilia and Brigitte appear before the crowd.


66 Her True Face