"I thought you didn't want me, Kassandra," Clayden's powerful voice echoed through the room as he gazed down at the woman he had pressed against the bed.

"What's changed?" he demanded, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Why are you opening your legs for me now?"

Centuries have passed, and Clayden has spent a lifetime waiting for his first love. But just when he was on the brink of giving up, he stumbled upon her in a car with another man. His blood boiled at the sight of his woman being held by someone else, and he vowed to do everything in his power to make her his.

After enduring years of loneliness, he wouldn't let her go without a fight. His inner wolf could not contain the lust and excitement it felt for her, and he wanted to claim her as his own as soon as she was within his reach.

Kassandra is his mate, bound to him forever. She couldn't run away from him, and he would do anything to keep her by his side.

Alpha Clayden's Human Mate

　　The traditional pack's summit is getting close. With the departure of the Vergelios Clan, which had long served as the wolf community's handler, this year's summit will be hosted by the Rousseau clan vested by the Royal Camp.


　　Hierarchical units make form the wolf community. The Royal Blood dominates the neighborhood and is above all. The Vergelios Clan, the royal family's right hand, came next. After these two, there is a council which is composed of Alphas from different clans. 


　　"Clayden," I look at the person who just entered my study. 


　　Monica comes in with a brown packet in her hand. I take off my glasses, and wait for her to speak.


　　"The Royal clan wants you tonight." She informed seriously. 


　　She clearly opposes the notion, as evidenced by the look on her face, but could not fathom speaking about it anyway.


　　I gaze up at her as I lean against the back of my swivel chair.


CHAPTER 11 Evil Plan