Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Emilia’s POVA sharp gust of cold wind swept through, making me clench my fists in anxious anticipation as I stared at the large door. Compared to the fearsome wolf-eagles, the mysterious black was even more unsettling, especially with that eerie voice echoing through the air.“Who are you?” I shouted.There was no response. The peak, blanketed in snow, remained silent, making me wonder if I had imagined the voice out of sheer terror. The castle door stood open, but from where I was, all I could see was darkness, like a cavernous maw ready to swallow anyone who dared enter.Biting my lower lip, I glanced around at the dry grass and towering stacks of firewood. I felt like a sacrificial offering, waiting for the torch to be lit.“Who are you? Why are you in the wolf's den? I know you're there, tell me your name!” I yelled, my voice echoing in the stillness. The castle remained silent. I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to find Klaus.Ignoring the castle's lack of response, I began cl

Klaus’s POVIt happened again, I thought. Watching Emilia disappear from my sight, this was the second time. I gazed towards the direction the wolf-eagle had taken her, a deafening roar echoing in my mind, causing a splitting headache."Emilia." I tried to call out, but my voice was hoarse. I didn’t know how long I stood there; my clenched fingers were now covered in a thin layer of frost."She’ll be alright," I silently reassured myself. But frustration bubbled within me. Why did something always happen to Emilia right in front of me?From the first moment I met her, I knew she would bring endless trouble. Her green eyes felt familiar, and the birthmark on her back confirmed my suspicion. She was a Borin, a descendant of the family that caused my parents’ death.How ironic. I was once captured by her father and made a slave, and now, she lay in my bed as a slave herself. I hadn't yet avenged myself. Her family had already been killed by someone else. The man who drove my mother to de

Cecilia’s POVUlysses’s wet fingers slowly touched my lips, now dry from blood loss. His long fingers traced the outline of my lips, and the cold, damp sensation made me let out a muffled groan.“Mm!”The eerie atmosphere unsettled me, and as soon as my lips parted, Ulysses’s fingers slipped inside. He pried open my teeth, fully inserting his fingers into my mouth.“In that case, you’ll need my help, won’t you?”Instinctively, I tried to push his fingers out, but Ulysses wasn’t letting go. He deliberately thrust his fingers deeper, reaching the back of my throat. My tongue was toyed with maliciously, saliva spilling from my mouth.“Bastard.” My eyes reddened with anger, but all I could do was spit out this ineffectual insult.“You’re so cute,” he chuckled lowly.He turned his head to meet my gaze, his eyes fixating on my lips wrapped around his fingers. His gaze burned like fire, making me want to run away.Ulysses was too close. His chest and arms trapped my body. The scent of his po

Emilia's POV“What proof do you have that you’re Prince Caesar?” I asked, my voice trembling.I couldn’t understand why a prince supposedly dead on the battlefield was here. If his identity were true, he would be the most esteemed werewolf in the kingdom.He would be the true king.But why was he in the Wolf’s Den? This place was closed off, only accessible to those on the brink of death or those abandoned. Besides, only royal blood could open the passage here.If he truly were Prince Caesar, how did he end up here in such a state?Unless... I lowered my gaze to the black stone floor of the castle, thoughts swirling in my mind.When I first saw this old wolf, his attitude towards me was full of disdain, cold and arrogant, like a harsh ruler. But when I mentioned I was here to find blood mushrooms for the King, his expression turned instantly furious, as if he had met an enemy.Could it be that the King imprisoned him here?The thought struck me like a bell, causing my eyes to widen. A

Emilia’s POVSplash! The clear water was suddenly parted.A hand reached into the water, grabbing my weak arm and forcefully pulling me back to the surface."Cough! Cough, cough!!" I leaned against the side of the wooden boat, desperately coughing out the water from my nose and mouth.I was completely exhausted, but fortunately, my rescuer understood my condition. Soon, trembling, I was lifted by strong arms and dragged onto the boat.“Who are you?” A cold, magnetic voice asked.I opened my waterlogged eyes to see a familiar face staring back at me. It was Klaus.Why? Why was Klaus here?His sharp and handsome features, silver hair, dark eyebrows above piercing golden eyes—this face, I would never mistake, it was Klaus.Before my rational mind could process, my body reacted on its own. Using all my strength, I threw myself into his arms.“Klaus, Klaus, Klaus.”Like a bird returning to its familiar branch, I clung to him, burying my face in his neck, letting his familiar scent fill my