Claimed By My Enemy Alpha Novels & Stories

“Neither are you, judging by the way you’re trying not to be seen.” Her breath hitched. “You don’t know anything about me.” “I know when someone’s hiding,” he said. “I’m good at spotting runaways.” “I’m not running,” she snapped, too quickly. “Sure you’re not.” He smiled. “Let me guess. You’re here to tell the Alpha something important. Something you’re afraid he won’t like.” She hesitated. He leaned against the railing, one hand resting casually in his pocket. “You don’t have to confirm it. It’s all over your face.”

And worse, the enemy was circling, testing me. A flash of black caught my eye. The enemy Alpha massive, dark, lethal shifted midair, wolf form rippling into human. His golden eyes glimmered with recognition. “There she is,” he growled. “The lost heir… awake at last.” I swallowed hard, the surge of power in me flaring uncontrollably. Silver light crackled along my arms as I stepped forward. “I… I won’t let you hurt anyone,” I shouted, more confident than I felt.

“You invited her. The one person that you shouldn’t have considered… you chose to invite her.” “Yes.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “She is the enemy. She is the reason why the packs are now in factions and that my friend’s pack is almost always in danger.” I turned my attention to him then, meeting his glare without flinching. “She is an Alpha,” I said evenly. “Just like the others here. And not all Alphas are allies. You would do well to remember that. And if you think that she is the reason behind the danger of your friend, then you are clearly forgetting that it his fault that things turned into this.”

I just looked at Volter, who looked like he was thinking of something else. "Oops! Wait, I just want to remind you, Syrie, that Alpha is an enemy, so make sure you're guarded. I mean, avoid getting too close to that man and when that happens, you lose. We lose," he reminded as if he was afraid that point would come.

He looked at the people on their knees, and they trembled. "Every one of you," he said, "every single one of you who thought you could take what is mine and live to enjoy it, will learn tonight what it means to be the enemy of an Alpha. Not because I am cruel, but because I have no choice. If I let you go, if I let this pass, then the next person who thinks about betraying me will do it. And the person after that. And the person after that. Until there is nothing left of this pack but ash and memory." He raised his hand, and the Beta drew his sword.

NALIA’S POV “Enzo is our Alpha. Nothing you do will change that. Invading will only make you the enemy. And I believe in my pack. I believe we’re strong enough to win a battle against you and your rogues. But there’s no need for such baseless bloodshed. War is never a good thing.”

He mused, his voice dripping with superiority. The alpha's gaze wasn't just one of recognition; it was one of possession, and the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. "You know me?" I said, my voice trembling slightly. He chuckled, his laughter echoing through the chamber. "Ah, I know everything, especially the moves of my enemies." "Enemies?" My mind raced as I tried to remember if I had ever offended him before. But nothing came to mind. He was a total stranger to me, and yet he seemed to know me intimately and regard me as an enemy.

"... the Alpha position must return to my bloodline." *

The insight sank into my stomach like a lead weight. I had been fighting for this pack for years. Go for it by bleeding. I used all of my strength to defend it and led its warriors into combat. Nevertheless, the Alpha gazed at me as if I were the enemy at this precise moment, when the world was tilting off its axis. Not his beta. None of his subordinates. But someone who might turn on him. "You are against us if you cannot swear to stand against her," the Alpha added in a dangerously low voice.

"Called your man, sweetheart? Did he answer?" Three of them now. One at the far end of the block. Two closer in. They had spread out in the minute it had taken me to dial. "I know what I look like to you," I said, because my throat still wanted to work and I had to use it for something. "I am the wife of an Alpha. Touch me and he will bury you in a hole you cannot climb out of." "Your man," said the one at my left, "is not coming."