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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

Esme's entire body instinctively tensed as his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her effortlessly from the ground as though she weighed nothing more than a doll.

In the sudden motion, her veil slipped free, revealing her unnaturally pale face, eyes widened in disbelief. His final words echoed in her ears, leaving her frozen in shock.

She was his? When did she ever agree to such a claim?!

Lennox's eyes flashed with deep resentment when Donovan stole his bride right before his eyes. His claws elongated, and he gritted out. "Get your filthy hands off her."

"I don't want to," came Donovan's witted response as his smirk widened, his voice cool, yet laced with a subtle challenge.

"What are you going to do about it?" he deliberately taunted. "Seems to me you've been heavily abandoned." The mockery in his voice made Lennox look around him, and true to Donovan's words, the courtyard was deserted.

His Home