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

The flames around me burned everything to ashes, and the air seemed to stand still. Those who had died in agony were now mere blackened specks. In my sight, the red-haired sorcerer stood out vividly. He looked at me, his expression as grim as the scorched land.


“Yes, I need you, Ulysses.” I smiled at him despite his piercing gaze. Of course, I needed him. Everyone I brought here was dead. Besides the man in front of me, there was no one else I could trust.


But my admission didn’t seem to please Ulysses. His face darkened further, as if my response confused him, or perhaps even angered him.


“Cecilia, why didn’t you seek my help sooner? Do you always have to wait until you're cornered before asking for aid? Or does the noble princess think she can always escape danger without needing my assistance?”


94 His Lips