Novel & Cerita Claiming His Enemy's Daughter

Faye's Pov Our pack is struggling and what better way to save it than a marriage alliance. The Alpha's daughter is married off to another Alpha in hopes of building ties. The daughter, in this case, is me. I remember when my father told me about the marriage alliance. I screamed in his face and slammed the door. I hated him for trying to marry me off to a man I didn't know. I swore at him for trying to enslave me to a powerful pack in the name of marriage but that was until I realized who I was getting married to — Alpha Damon of the Crescent Moon Pack. The man who saved my life 5 years ago.

“I always bring her tea before bed. That’s all I did. I came back this morning to see her lifeless in her room…” “You were jealous. Because you had access, you killed her.” He cuts in. There was no hesitation in his voice. “I swear by the Moon Goddess!” My voice cracks and I hold my hands together to stop them from trembling. “I loved her. She cared about me. I had nothing to lose by…” “Take her.” Two warriors appear on either side of me and grab my arms tightly so much that I struggle to breathe. "Wait…please" I twist and struggle in their grip. "Please, just listen to me…"

His words dripped with malice: "Perhaps his daughter?" Panic surged through me, forming a cold knot in my stomach's pit. "No," I breathed, shaking my head in disbelief. "You can't; you wouldn't." "But I would," he cut me short. "Why shouldn't I take your everything when you took mine?" "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Please, she's just a baby; she's innocent." He stood up and dipped his hands into his pocket, as if I wasn't speaking. "You can leave the manor if you want, like you plan to, but she won't go with you; she belongs to the manor, just like Adler."

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm. Orvyn's POV 'She's the enemy's daughter,' I wanted to remind myself. 'Do not forget what her father made you lose.' The encounter I had with her in the woods kept popping out of nowhere and everywhere in my head. The closeness of our bodies and the feeling of our heart beating against each other was an experience I never thought I'd one day have. Being the daughter of the enemy, any act of intimacy between us would spark debate among the elders of The Table. Especially the power-hungry Archibald. He had been on my tail for a very long time, scouting for loopholes under my reign.

This girl has been messing with his head lately, and he finds it cute though. When her fingers touched him earlier, he felt some sparks in his body, and when the tip of her finger brushed his lips, he felt like grabbing her and pinning her to his bed until she begs for mercy. "Stop this, Damien. This is not right," Recalling who she is, he cautions himself. This girl is the daughter of his enemy, he shouldn't be feeling this way toward her. He has many concubines, but none of them are maids or slaves, he feels like it's an insult to him to have an affair with a mere maid, let alone the daughter of his enemy.

I stared at him, unable to tell if it was a question or if he was just stating it aloud, like he needed to hear it to believe it. “Tell me this isn’t what I think it is.” My voice was quiet, my eyes burning, everything blurring at the edges. I reached out and touched his hand. “Enzo. Please.” My voice broke on the word. “Tell me everything we had wasn’t just some revenge plan. Tell me I’m wrong.” He looked down at my hand on his, then moved his hand away. The silence that followed was the loudest thing I’d ever heard. “Yes.” His voice was low, like he’d made a decision to just say it and get it over with. “Of course you are the daughter of my enemy.”

He stares outside as the morning light shines across his face. “Your father still has enemies. They will find ways to bring the Moretti name down. You are next in line and if you do not listen to me they will destroy us both without a second thought,” He says calmly. “Are you trying to say i am your partner in crime now...Is that why you killed my father so you can marry me? Avelina asked in tears. Allessandro turns to face her with cold eyes. “This is not a partnership Avelina, this is our reality now. The sooner you accept it the better for everyone.”

"Is there a reason you're asking?" His thumb traced my lower lip. Gentle. Almost loving. That was how I knew I should be afraid. "Elijah Roosevelt is my enemy, Lara. He's tried to take everything from memy business, my reputation, my father's approval." His thumb stopped moving. "If I find out you touched him any more than medicine requiredif I find out you enjoyed touching himI will make you regret the day your father sold you to me." I didn't flinch. I'd learned not to.

I gritted out, my fingers curling to slam a fist into his smug face. “Your woman?” He questioned. “She is not your wife. Fiancé. Or girlfriend. As far as we know she is someone who lied and lived off your generosity. In addition to her true identity and on the verge of being repetitive I won’t say it.” The daughter of our enemy.

To say the least, we were now locked in here, and knowing that my daughter was somewhere close didn’t make things any easier for me. “It seems to me that my daughter has chosen the enemy over her family. And while I should not be surprised at this point, I cannot believe that she is choosing to not only hide under a lie, but to also claim what is not hers for the sake of power.” My father said, looking at me. I frowned in confusion and shook my head. “Hand over the pendant to its rightful hand. You know for fact that you are neither worthy of the power that it contains nor are you going to be chosen for something that you fail at doing,” “And what is it that I fail at doing, father? Because