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The Villain Alpha's Cursed Mate

She is the daughter of an Alpha whose family had conquered the last demon wolf in Illyria. Esmeray is born into the prestigious Alpha family, known as the Montague. But after her father's untimely death, her life becomes a nightmare of abuse at the hands of her cruel stepmother and stepbrother, who torment her for lacking a wolf. Desperate for salvation, she dreams of a mate who would come and rescue her from the cruelty of her pack. When he finally arrived, her hopes were shattered, for he had only come to reject her. Her only connection to her family's proud heritage is her striking blue hair, a sacred legacy from her ancestors. But in a desperate bid for freedom, Esmeray cuts her hair to escape being sold to a rogue. Her daring action pushes her to the precipice of death, unwittingly awakening a powerful demon wolf, imprisoned for 15 long years. This Alpha demon, who has yearned revenge and bloodthirst, is instantly drawn to Esmeray the moment he senses her, and he is determined to keep her at his side at all cost. In the world of wolves, the hunt is everything — and he has found a prey worth chasing.

Sky_Li_7376 · Fantasie
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Dramatic Kangee

As the others disappeared into the distance, Esme knew more troubles were heading their way after this. If Donovan and his people linger around here, surely the king would do something to strike back, but at least, they were wise enough to leave without causing problems for now.

Letting out a sigh, Esme's strength gave way, and her knees sank into the snow. But before she could fully brace herself against the cold, strong arms suddenly swept her up, and she found herself held securely against Donovan.

The suddenness of his touch sent her heart racing as he lifted her in princess style, and his closeness made her catch her breaths.

His voice, deep and steady, broke the silence between them, and it was accompanied by the sound of his boots crunching the snow.

"Why do you keep collapsing to the ground when you could lean on me instead?" His question was direct, and Esme felt warmth creep up her cheeks, whilst she lowered her gaze, her pulse fluttering.