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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

"A royal courier?" Esme's eyebrows furrowed together, her tone laced with curiosity. "What reason could a royal courier possibly have for coming here?"

She briefly met Donovan's intense gaze before he shifted his attention to Kangee. "Did you notice anyone accompanying the royal courier?" Donovan asked, his voice calm yet edged with a hint of suspicion.

Kangee, now perched on his shoulder, let out a sharp squawk. "No, master. The royal courier appears to be traveling alone. Shall we drive him off before he arrives?"

"That won't be necessary," Donovan shook his head. "If it's a royal courier, he's likely carrying messages from the palace." His gaze returned to Esme, and a faint shadow of amusement crossed his features. "Messages for you, I assume."

Esme shifted uncomfortably at his words. Her thoughts churned. The date of her meeting with Lennox was drawing near— so why would he send a courier now? What could possibly be so urgent?

We Just Can't Be