Author's POV In the moonlit shadows of the enemy's territory, she waited patiently, crouched low behind a dense thicket of bushes, as she observed her target. Slow and steady wins the race. She moved stealthily, making sure not to let a sound slip. Taking in breath in short puffs, she positioned her arm to make her move. This was yet another chance to prove to her dad that she would never let him down. Her sleek, black attire blended seamlessly with the night, making her almost invisible to the naked eye. She had a singular, vital objective: capture the she-wolf sauntering at a distance from her. The chilling howl of the wind was drowned out by the distant growls of the creature she sought to subdue. As her keen eyes narrowed on her quarry, she inhaled slowly, steadying her racing heart. Every muscle in her lithe frame coiled with anticipation. Mia's gloved fingers tightened around the hilt of her specialized tranquilizer dart gun, an instrument of silent precision. It was her only

Christian's POV"Ahhh!" I screamed, turning my whole room upside down. The rage within me burned with such intensity that I had no clue what I was doing. Finally, the last piece of bedroom that was still intact was soon broken into two. My favorite couch. Everything on my dresser was smashed and broken on the ground after I had swept it off, clean from it. My recliner was upside down, maybe there were even two or three holes in the wall. Why?The answer was my mate, who was currently passed out and caged in the rogue dungeons. My heart was beating at an unexplainable rhythm that I knew was ready to break free from the restraints of my ribcage.This was not how I imagined my first time meeting my mate. Although the experience was nothing less than magical—her beauty, her fiery hair, her aura, her skills! Everything was beyond expectations. She was perfect. Just pure perfection. The only thing I got unlucky with was that she was our enemy. She is the daughter of Alpha Dominic's and our p

ChristianI released the breath that was threatening to choke me. I have never experienced anything harder than trying not to pounce on my mate with her scent trapped in my lungs. The restraint I had to put myself on was a first experience for me. What scared me more was how I was supposed to control myself in the future now that I had her around. I didn't know what the future held for us, what my fate was supposed to be. But I did know that I couldn't survive without her. For long at least. I had to make her mine. I had to do something to get her on our side. She just had to. My luck was hard considering she was not a werewolf, so she wasn't ready to accept the bond despite knowing what it could make us werewolves feel. But I had to fight. I will fight for her. I will go against anyone who tries to take her away. I have waited for a long time now. This was my one and only chance at having my mate finally. With the royal beta duties, my job was not only to care for the execution of o

Mia   I came out dressed in a simple white floral sundress that reached a little below my knees. I was kind of feeling weird in it because I was really not used to dresses. All I owned were either leather jackets, pants, shirts and most definitely no dresses.    Sitting on the bed for a few minutes, I waited, not knowing what to do next. Sighing, everything flashed before me as to how I ended up here. From the war to fainting to discovering my mate to sitting in his room.    I broke out of my thoughts hearing the door open and entered the Royal Beta in his glory. His eyes trailed over me from head to toe, taking in my appearance. It had only been a few seconds when a knock was heard and he attended the person. It was one of the maids bringing in a trolley full of scrumptious feasts. My mouth immediately watered at the sight, as the last decent food I had was the one he brought me in the cell.&n

Mia 1 week later Through the last week, I did my best imprinting every entrance, every exit, every loophole the pack house had in my head for future purposes obviously. Not only that, I had been on my best behavior with everyone, making them feel more comfortable around me and, slowly but gradually, they too, started accepting me. How delightful! Although I continued sleeping in his room, but never in the same bed! That couldn't be possible. The only reason that I agreed to stay in the same room as him, was that I wouldn't share my sleeping space with him. He unexpectedly agreed to my demand, saying he'd rather have me stay in the same room than not at all. So on the same day, another single bed was installed in his room within a few hours. Yep, very quick service. And his room was big enough to support, I guess three more beds if not less, so yes, space wasn't the problem at all. I sighed, taking breakfast for him. I thought that maybe putting in a little effort to be nice would k