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She is the daughter of an Alpha whose family had conquered the last demon wolf in Illyria.

Esmeray is born into the prestigious Alpha family, known as the Montague. But after her father's untimely death, her life becomes a nightmare of abuse at the hands of her cruel stepmother and stepbrother, who torment her for lacking a wolf. 

Desperate for salvation, she dreams of a mate who would come and rescue her from the cruelty of her pack. When he finally arrived, her hopes were shattered, for he had only come to reject her.

Her only connection to her family's proud heritage is her striking blue hair, a sacred legacy from her ancestors. But in a desperate bid for freedom, Esmeray cuts her hair to escape being sold to a rogue.

Her daring action pushes her to the precipice of death, unwittingly awakening a powerful demon wolf, imprisoned for 15 long years. This Alpha demon, who has yearned revenge and bloodthirst, is instantly drawn to Esmeray the moment he senses her, and he is determined to keep her at his side at all cost. 

In the world of wolves, the hunt is everything — and he has found a prey worth chasing.

The Villain Alpha's Cursed Mate

Days passed, and true to his words, Esme never met with Donovan. It was frustrating having no one she could open up to during these trying times, and so she kept herself occupied with her etiquette lessons and brewing more poison like a witch.

In the afternoon, Esme and Finnian visited the memorial ground, a solemn graveyard where many shifters lay at rest, including Vivienne. Finnian had been unconscious during the burials, so this was his first time seeing the final resting place of his pack.

As the royal carriage came to a halt, Esme and Finnian stepped out, their footsteps quiet on the gravel path. They entered through the iron gate, which was adorned with rusty hinges and overgrown vines.

Finnian's expression faltered as he strolled by, his somber gaze taking in the rows of weathered gravestones. Each one bore the names of those who had passed, and the silence was palpable, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

Visiting The Graveyard