Alpha Rylan: Claiming My Enemy

Maya’s POV“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low and stern.It was him, the same man from my dream. “She…” Tiffany pointed at me, her chest heaving as tears streamed down her face. “She cut my hair. She bullied me.”“What? That’s not…” I started, but before I could finish, a hard, metal-like hand connected with my cheek, sending me crashing to the floor. The sharp sting spread across my face, leaving my body trembling from the impact.“How dare you!” he roared, his fists clenched tightly as he loomed over me like a storm cloud.“She ruined my hair!” Tiffany’s wail cut through the air, her voice full of false anguish.The man grabbed me by the scruff of my neck, slamming me against the wall. My breath caught as his hand circled around my throat. His forest-green eyes burned with an otherworldly intensity that froze me in terror.“Let… let go,” I whispered, choking on the words.“You have no right,” he thundered. “No one has the right to lay a finger on her!”“Hold her tight, Rylan!”

Maya’s POVThat bloody bastard! I knew he was up to something, but I kept going back to him anyway. “You sold me out again, Schmuck!” I yelled, trying to kick Stephen between the legs as he yanked me off the floor.“He offered a mouthwatering reward, Maya. I couldn’t say no to that,” he said, dragging me toward the man who had apparently gone to book a room—to have his way with me. All for money.“You’re the most despicable, useless person I’ve ever met,” I spat, spitting in his face.“Don’t worry, pip-squeak. I’ll tell him to go easy on you,” he smirked.“Mom?” My head snapped in a direction. Stephen immediately let go of me, and I fell onto my back. My heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled to my feet.“Where the hell is your mom?” he demanded, scanning the crowd.“Fuck you!” I cursed, bolting away.“Cunning little freak! Get back here!” he yelled, chasing after me. I sprinted through the crowd, crashing into someone at the entrance before slipping into the darkness outside.Crouc

Rylan’s POVAs I finished dressing and picked up my phone to leave, there was a knock on the door.“Yeah, come in,” I said, assuming it was Tiffany.But when I turned, my eyes narrowed at the unfamiliar woman standing there. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and gave a bright, toothy smile, though it seemed forced and insincere.“Did you miss your way?” I asked, my tone sharp.“Certainly not,” she replied, her voice soft and sultry as she closed the distance between us. “I know exactly where I came,” she whispered, her fingers lightly grazing my arm.“Personal space,” I said, gripping her hand and pushing her back. “Who the hell are you, and how did you get here?” My patience was wearing thin.“I sent her,” Uncle Dawson said, walking into my room. “There are more of them in the waiting hall.”I frowned. “I don’t understand. More women? What’s the occasion?”“Your Luna choosing festival. Since you spend most of your time studying and training, I decided to bring some women to enter

Maya’s POVFear gripped my heart as I walked through the campus, heading to the road to hail a cab. I felt as though evil eyes were watching me from the shadows. My steps quickened, my breath shallow, as I hurried away. The project I’d been caught up in today had kept me late, and now I was alone. The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, stars twinkling around it as I glanced up at the sky. It was late, and my mom’s phone wasn’t reachable anymore. I’d called her earlier to let her know I’d be late, but now I wished she were here to pick me up. I didn’t feel safe.“Oh, God,” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.“Argh!” I screamed as I collided with someone, falling flat on my back. A tall, dark figure loomed over me like a shadow.“Why so fast?” a low, menacing voice asked.I scrambled back on the ground, frantically scanning my surroundings for anyone who could help. There was no one. The area seemed deserted. The figure stepped closer, and I froze as I recognized the glowin

Rylan’s POVI stormed into our pack’s den, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and fear. The scene before me was chaotic—some of my pack members were bruised and battered, while others were tending to the wounded as they slowly healed. The stench of rogues lingered in the air, fueling my rage at their audacity to attack my pack.I scanned the room, taking in the damage. “What did I tell you, Rylan?” Uncle Dawson’s sharp voice cut through the noise as he approached me. “You should have been here to fight with us! Look at them! If it weren’t for the soldiers, we’d all be dead. This wouldn’t be happening if you had a Luna. When the hell are you turning 20?” he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls.Without responding, I spun on my heel and stormed out, motioning for one of the warriors to follow me. We may be a small pack, but that doesn’t mean rogues should feel confident enough to attack us. I should have been here, but…“Shit,” I muttered, remembering I had left that lousy mouth b