Claimed By My Enemy Alpha Novels & Stories

But I do not flinch. I do not give in. Finally, the collapses to the ground, spent. The other guard approaches me. I yank him to the ground. I am on top of him. I pin him. My sisters gasp. "I could kill you," I say. "Stop!" a voice calls from behind. "You will not kill him." I turn to look behind me. It is the wolf from the forest. The Alpha.

"If only that were the case, do you think I would be pissed off right now, I would have beaten him to a pulp before he could even breathe." "I don't understand," Jason drew himself closer to me. "He's a fucking Alpha." I firmly spoke. "What!!' He yelled. I snickered. "An Alpha, my fucking enemy is bedding my mate and he's Kjiani, remember the bastard that always competed with me back in the days."

I released his neck, lick the spot that I had marked him with my tongue, and kissed it. I have marked my Alpha, I finally claimed him, there’s no denying it. He’s mine.

"But mark my words, the truth will unveil itself, and you will see that I am not your enemy." Alpha Eskaal's beta, standing nearby, couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Meagia. He knew his boss was capable of ruthless acts, but this time, there was something different. The beta's instincts told him that there might be a deeper conspiracy at play, something that went beyond Meagia's involvement.

I said simply, raising my chin, I was the Alpha just as much as he was, in fact, he was actually a bit old anyway, still very solid but old. My father was on his feet in a second, his eyes hardening. “The enemy is your mate?” He asked, his voice dripping of poison and hate towards Silva. I met him head on, my being quite relaxed. What was the worst he could do anyway, “Some little pup went to the west with a dagger and returned a man.” My father sneered, his eyes searching mine for any kind of recoil or fear, but I showed none. “No father, ‘the enemy’ is between you and good-ol’ Alpha Silva.” I swung my fist in the space between us. “There is no ‘enemy’ between I and Pixie.”

Speak. Her heart pounded like war drums in her chest, but her voice was calm. “Low-born. My mother was a trader while my father was a groundsman. No rank, no title.” He paused behind her. “What about your loyalties?” “To the truth, to Knowledge and to Peace.” She replied confidently. A scoff rang from the corner of the room. Damian moved again, this time standing before her. “ What are your intentions with the Alphas?” “I don’t have any. I never wanted the bond. and I still don’t want it. I'm still trying to do everything in my power to break it.”

he says finally. “Maybe,” I reply. “But not for the reasons you think.” He leaves furious, shoulders tight, anger carried like a weapon he has not yet learned to set down. Sally finds me minutes later, clipboard tucked under her arm, eyes sharp. “That Alpha has allies,” she says quietly. “I know.” “More than a few,” she adds. “Some of them loud.” “I am aware,” I reply. She studies me for a long moment, searching for signs of doubt or fear and finding neither. “Neutral land does not protect you anymore.”

But this only ignited my anger. "Why not? I'm an Alpha now! I'm simply informing you, I'm not asking for your advice! I love Rose! Moreover, she has the bloodline of an Alpha! It's not my fault that you and Mother had been stupid enough to not have realized Rose's identity sooner! Now your blindness has caused her to have a great prejudice against me, which made our relationship difficult! Put away your d*mn Alpha habits and stop telling me what to do. I'll take Rose back and marry her! This is the arrangement of the moon goddess!"

You can't imagine a life without it. "I would not give in to your demands," I hissed. "I am the Alpha of the Blue Heart Pack and I will eliminate any threats to the peace of my pack. Mercilessly and relentlessly. You don't want to be my enemy." He chuckled mirthlessly and got back into a fighting stance. "I already am."

Extremely dangerous. “Then you’ll marry.” My head snapped up. “What?” “Get married to Rohan Sylvia,” he said slowly, each syllable deliberate. I froze. “Rohan Sylvia? The Alpha of the IronClaw Pack?” He nodded. My breath caught. Rohan — the son of Zoe Sylvia, my father’s greatest enemy. They were once best friends before betrayal turned them into rivals. Even after Rohan’s father passed away, the enmity was passed down to him.