Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Emilia's POV"Two nights from now," Veronica said behind me, "you will have the king's attention."Veronica's voice was full of excitement, a stark contrast to her usually emotionless face. "The king will meet you in person, Emilia. Do you know how great an honor this is?"I didn't speak. Veronica's gaze seemed to accuse me of being ignorant."I understand, Veronica," I replied finally, sitting by the dressing table, staring at my expressionless face in the mirror.Veronica washed my cheeks with rose-infused water, giving my skin a rosy glow. Two maids brushed my long, thick hair with scented perfume, filling the room with fragrance.Every inch of my exposed skin was covered with a mixture of ground pearls applied by the maids. Soon, my skin shimmered softly under the lamplight."Your body," Veronica made me stand up, and with her sharp nails, she slowly slid over my skin. It felt like being crawled over by scorpions, and I couldn't help but tremble under her scrutiny."Your skin feel

Emilia's POVWhen I woke up in the morning, Klaus was nowhere to be found in the bed. The empty space beside me held no trace of Klaus's warmth, only the marks on my body reminding me of what happened last night.It wasn't a dream; Klaus spared me.I sat there in a daze, fingers rubbing the soft sheets. Traces of dried liquid remind me of moist skin, entwined embraces, and my breakdown beneath those golden eyes.Oh, my moon goddess, I shamefully covered my head, but still couldn't block out the images from last night.How would Klaus look at me? A useless, inadequate slave? I touched my swollen eyes from crying, sorrowfully thinking. It wasn't my first time crying in front of Klaus, but it was the first time without any pretense, without any purpose, crying like a helpless child seeking help from a relied-upon adult.Last night's fear shattered me. I could endure Ron's abuse, endure beatings and heavy work, but could not tolerate using my body to please Klaus.I had already lost every

Emilia's POVKlaus walked forward without looking back until he settled into his seat. It was only then that I realized I was still tightly gripping Klaus's arm.The confrontation with Ron just now made it clear to everyone that Klaus was not one for socializing, so no one bothered us anymore."Are you afraid?" Klaus didn't let go of my hand. He didn't look at me, just took a shallow sip of wine from the glass in front of him."I... I'm nervous," I croaked, feeling utterly helpless. "Those arrogant nobles are looking at me, but I know they won't treat me so kindly once they find out about my slave status."Ron's behavior at Klaus's castle earlier was still fresh in my memory. In this banquet, Klaus was the center of attention, while I, under Klaus's protection, was just his shadow. But if I succeeded in staying in the palace, then I would be facing all the malice alone.My hand slowly slipped from Klaus's arm, and speculations about my future situation made my head numb. I recalled Ro

Emilia's povWatching Klaus easily defeat Ron, I couldn't control the trembling that overcame me.In this moment, the once mighty image of Ron was completely shattered in my mind. I finally realized just how innocent my parents were to have died at the hands of such a despicable and incompetent waste.I've never hated myself like this before. How I wished the old me had realized my own weakness, realized that I needed to become stronger to protect my family. Despite being the daughter of an alpha, I didn't inherit my father's strength; instead, I became a burden to them. The image of my father standing in front of me, my mother lying in a pool of blood—it tore at my heart like a knife.Klaus effortlessly accomplished what I couldn't. As he turned to walk towards the king, I murmured softly, "Klaus."I knew that unnecessary bloodshed was not allowed at the king's banquet, but as I watched Klaus discard his shield and sword, how I wished to pick them up and deliver one final blow to Ron

Ulysses's povAs the lights dimmed, the last guest departed from the hall. The banquet had come to an end, and the flowers and decorations were being cleared away, with busy servants bustling between the tables. Little did anyone know, a wizard had infiltrated the royal werewolf feast tonight.The black tails of the servants fit me perfectly. Holding an empty tray was my best adornment. While the royal steward directed all the servants in clearing the tables, I slipped out of the hall.The spectacle I wanted to see had already concluded, and my beloved princess had also left. What reason did I have to stay here? Clearly none.But sometimes fate would throw me unexpected twists, instantly dispelling my good mood.As I hummed a tune and tossed aside what I was holding, crossing the wide lawn, I heard a "Halt!" that sounded particularly grating."Hey! You, the servant over there!" It was a coarse and rude voice.I slowly turned my head and saw a drunken man leaning against the wall, his