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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 fingers brushed across his temples before cupping his face. "I need to examine your eyes more closely," she murmured, her voice calm and purposeful.

With gentle care, her thumbs lightly skimmed his brow, carefully guiding his head upward to meet the faint light filtering through the room, at the same time being mindful of his discomfort.

Though she'd never really treated anyone blind before, Finnian always got into some kind of mischief in the past that ended up with him suffering from an eye injury. She had to expand her knowledge by studying the intricacies of ocular care if she wanted to treat him.

"Tell me if it hurts when I do this," she instructed as she gently parted his eyelids. Donovan winced slightly at the sudden intrusion of light, and Esme immediately noticed how his pupils contracted too sluggishly in response to the brightness.

Her face was a frown of concern, and she leaned close.

The First One I See