Claimed By The Enemy Alpha Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes, hugging Kaiden’s pillow close to my chest. “Aww,” Layla took a seat on the edge of the king-sized bed. “You miss him.” “I really do. It’s been weeks and I can't wait for him to return.” I heaved a sigh. “You don't have to worry, Your Highness,” Layla reached out for my hand and gave it a pat. “Alpha Kaiden is the most powerful wolf in the kingdom. The WhiteMoon pack has nothing against his army. He’ll defeat them and emerge victorious. Just like he always does.”

The room fell silent again. Then unexpectedly— the Alpha nodded slowly. You can stay here. Several wolves looked surprised. One warrior immediately spoke. “Alpha—” She is exhausted, he cut in calmly. And she has nowhere else to go.” His eyes returned to me. You will stay here until you recover. The tension inside me loosened slightly for the first time in days. Thank you, I whispered. The Alpha gave a small nod. My name is Alpha Kael. I lowered my head respectfully. But before another word could be said—

One wrong move, one slip, and everything we had could fall apart. She told me that she had once been promised to Rowan, the Alpha of the Moonveil Pack. Everyone in Darkpine Woods knew his name. His pack was the most powerful, and his word was law. She was meant to become his Luna, his mate and partner in leading the pack. But she had rejected him.

The Alpha captures the hand trailing his Adam’s apple and bites into the wrist, sucking the blood in Reamer’s vein. The beta’s eyes darken the more as he winces in a brief sharp pain. Then, as pleasure sets in, he groans. “Alpha, the trinity is not in their pack as we speak. The enemy pack is vulnerable. Shall we attack now?” The Alpha stops sucking the blood, wiping some that drips down his chin with the back of Reamer’s hand while smirking. “How very short-sighted of you, Reamer.” The beta’s eyes round. “Huh?”

Astrid Lancetii is known as a multi billionaire CEO in London. As a vampire who saw her mother destroyed by a blood-bond, Astrid’s life is governed by one rule: Never depend on a single source. She keeps her hunger satisfied through casual, fleeting encounters, ensuring no one ever gets close enough to own her. Until she picks the wrong man for a snack. William Winchester isn’t just another high-society playboy. He is the Alpha of the disgraced Winchester Pack, a man who has spent years in the shadows planning to reclaim the legacy Astrid’s father stole from him. After a night of calculated passion, William reveals his trap: a high-definition recording of Astrid’s true nature. With the

Rider POV The night was quiet as I walked along the edge of the forest. The air was cold, and the ground felt firm beneath my boots. I was supposed to be in my office finishing reports, but when rogues were detected near our borders, I came out to patrol. As Alpha, I always led the search myself. My Beta spoke through the pack link, saying the trail had gone cold. No tracks. No body. No clear signs. That bothered me. Rogues rarely moved without reason. Something about tonight felt wrong, and the feeling sat heavy in my chest like a warning.

But running stopped the night Kael Dravok found her in the ruins of the Silver Ridge Pack. Kael. The Alpha King’s sworn enemy. The man who had burned three packs to the ground and walked away without a single scar. The man who now claimed her as his. A twig snapped behind her. She didn’t turn. She didn’t need to. “I told you not to follow me,” she said quietly, her voice steady even though her wolf was snarling to run. A low chuckle echoed in the dark. “And I told you I don’t take orders from you, little rebel.”

His plans to throw me away after using me. To distract myself, I grabbed my phone and opened social media but stumbled upon someone I recognized instantly from the past. It’sThe Supreme Alpha. Kael’s greatest enemy. One of the strongest Alphas in the werewolf kingdom. A man who hated rogues more than anyone else. He is dangerous, powerful and proud.

"Thank you." He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. "Don't embarrass me tonight, Tamara. I've had a long day, and I would hate to have to deal with you when we get home." My smile remained fixed. "I won't." "Good girl." He straightened just as one of the visiting Alphas approached our table. "Alpha Valentine! You are a fortunate man. Your Luna is quite the beauty." Valentine laughed, pulling me closer against his side. "Fortunate? I would say blessed. There isn't another woman in this world who could compare to my Tamara."

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.