Claimed By The Enemy Alpha
I was just trying to get milk from the fridge.
That’s all.
Just milk.
My hands were full and I was tired and I wasn’t supposed to be in this kitchen at all.
Then the door slammed shut behind me. A hand came down on the fridge above my head.
I felt the heat simmer through my nightwear and his voice, low to my ear.
"I’m hungry."
I dried up.
His blue eyes were right there when I turned, darker than I’d ever seen them.
Deep and burning. Like he hadn’t slept in days and I was the only thing that could fix it.
My throat went dry. "W-what do you want to eat?"
His gaze lingered to my mouth. He said the one word that ruined me.
"You."
And with that, he kissed me like he was drowning. Hot, desperate.
His breath, his hands, everything about him was fire and I was burning with him.
For a second I forgot who he was.
Who I was. Who he belonged to.
But he doesn’t belong to me. He never did.
And i should end this but I don’t want to stop.
***
Three years I was Luna but my mate sold my back. I went to his wedding in red to take what's mind but left in handcuffs.
They poisoned me, called me traitor and buried me.
Until the Crown Prince woke from a two-year coma and carried my dying body to the royal clinic with a gun in his hand, claiming me his.
Everyone wants me dead, he was my saving grace but I was wrong, he let me go.