Novel & Cerita Claimed By My Enemy Alpha

“But Alpha! Nearly all of our forces are gone! How can we hope to push them back and gain a foothold here?!” The grin faded from my face at the words of the insolent Alpha who looked at me as if I had gone insane and I clasped my hands behind my back as I strolled casually toward him. “You know, I said when we began this, there are two choices. Victory, or death, and I can promise you that it won’t be death.” “You’ve lost your mind,” the pathetic Alpha sneered as an unhinged smile spread across my face. “No, I haven’t…but you, my friend, are about to lose your head.” I snarled coldly.

Or the way that he grinned as he pointed out ‘her deceit’. Of course I wasn’t removing the blame from myself in any way. Instead I could only feel shame at letting such a blatant attempt at weakening me work. “I really want to get rid of him,” I said to my best friend plainly. “I’ll be meeting with more Alphas of the smaller neighboring packs this afternoon. The Maine Pack, Orion and Wilkens Packs will be among them.” He nodded, his eyes showed understanding of the gravity of the situation.

Too old to cry when they laid his body before the House. Alpha Alexei Malvore. A warrior. A leader. My father. I wasn’t supposed to be Alpha that day. That title was still years away. He was strong, feared, and beloved. He could command a room with silence and crush a rebellion with a whisper. And yet, one man, one traitor ended him. Vincent D’Arvenzi. His brother-in-arms. My godfather. The man I used to call uncle.

He asked, "But why Alpha? We are very close to ending your enemy." As I was cleansing my body in the shower, I sneered, "Well, it's because I realized that this plan of ours will just kill one enemy. We do have other enemies too. Instead of hatching a separate plan for every fucking enemy, why not use my one enemy to kill another?" My words filled with thrill were making Bonnie curious. However, he wasn't able to decipher what I was intending to say. "Sorry, My Alpha, but I don't get you." He said gently.

The Alpha studied me for a long moment, then nodded once. “You are not a weapon,” he said. “You are a line.” Relief loosened something tight in my chest. “However,” he continued, “lines change the map.” I met his gaze steadily. “I won’t be hidden to make others comfortable.” A corner of his mouth twitched. “Good. Comfort breeds stagnation.” He turned to Marcus. “Your pack has a reckoning ahead.” “I know,” Marcus replied quietly. The Alpha looked back at me. “You will have enemies, Rose. Not today. Not tomorrow. But they will come.”

“Tim is grown up.” “And we can still catch up here at home. Don’t worry. I’ll make you forget about that lowly Alpha.” “Oh. Thank you.” My throat dried up. Wrong Alpha. She was trying to make me forget about the wrong Alpha. The enemy was closer than she thought.

“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.”

White for a truce, Green for trade agreement, Blue for Marriages alliances and Black for war. I looked up from the parchment to my father. “What is the meaning of this?” When he didn't respond, I slammed my fist against the desk. “Answer me, father!” “It wasn't my fault!” He dragged his hand through his hair. “It wasn't my fault! This is all on you!” I lifted the black parchment again. “This is all on me? When did I ever agree to wage war with the Red Claws pack!” My body shuddered when I said that name. The Red Claws Pack is the most feared pack in the entire realm and their leader, Alpha Asher, was nicknamed the “Red Beast.”

"No one speaks to her. If she asks for water, you bring it. If she asks for anything, you come and tell me." "And if she tries to leave?" "She will not." "But if…” "If she does," I said quietly, "you will not touch her. You will find me." His throat bobbed. "Yes, Alpha." I made myself walk. Down the stairs, along the east corridor, past the portraits of men who had shared my blood and none of my doubts. Ruin followed me inch by inch, snarling at every step that took me away. I went to the forge.

“Yes, my stealth approach failed, I had never expected it to fail this miserably, he has one up on me, he has the light, and he is forewarned when the enemy is close,” “What? He has the light? Didn’t your father used to have it?” the vampire's voice asked, confused. “It chooses the worthy, we have no power over that,” Alpha explained. “So you’re not worthy, I see” the vampire voice mocked him. Alpha’s blood was boiling inside. But he was controlling it. He had expected a few low blows from them but still, he was talking to the enemy and right now he saw an ally in the vampires, so he continued on.