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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

After traveling relentlessly through the night, the group decided to halt in a small, secluded clearing off the road, eager to catch their breath and rest their horses before pressing on.

They had to reach the Northern land's main gate by noon, and this brief pause would give them just enough rest to get through the rest of the day.

As they dismounted, Esme was still seething over Donovan's words, so she distanced herself from the others. Once the tents were set up, she sat in silence in her own personal tent, wrapping her cloak tightly around her shoulders to shield herself against both the cold and her turbulent thoughts.

Leonardo soon joined her in her tent, knowing she needed company. Looking up, Esme was half-expecting Donovan to show up instead, but she wasn't disappointed to see Leonardo either. Meanwhile, the Alpha and the other warriors were busy refining their strategy for the night's infiltration. The final plan required precise coordination.

The Wrong Kind Of Attention