All Chapters of Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Emilia's POV“Damn it,” I heard Klaus mutter under his breath. The intimate moment between us had been shattered by their arrival.“Klaus, I even lent you Phoebe to handle those troublesome matters. Why are you still dragging your feet? That’s not like you at all,” Ulysses’ voice rang out.High above us, Phoebe unfurled her two-meter-long black wings, casting a heavy shadow on the ground below, resembling a dark cloud.“Couldn’t wait, could you?” Klaus frowned, but his gaze shifted to Cecilia, who stood beside Ulysses.“Klaus, I think I need to remind you—our deal didn’t include you freeing our saint,” Cecilia’s voice was calm, but her words sharp.She had clearly overheard our earlier conversation. Her eyebrows arched slightly as her piercing gaze fell on me, as though she were piecing something together.“Freeing her? Cecilia, I told you before, when we left the wolf den, I’d take my woman with me. Are you going back on your word?” Klaus tightened his grip on my wrist, pulling me pr

Emilia’s POV“Wooo... woo...” It was the sound of a girl softly sobbing."Help me, please help me," the girl's weak voice trembled, likely stirred by the sound of the door closing. She must have hoped that someone had come to rescue her.Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.I remained silent, fully aware that a terrifying beast— the king’s wolf— was lurking in this room. I had to be extremely cautious.When the king’s illness flared up, his body would enter a state of extreme stiffness and coldness, like a corpse drained of warmth. At the same time, he would transform into a wolf— a savage, mindless beast. Many maids had been killed by the king's wolf, their throats torn apart.Once the wolf killed, it was as if it had been fed, and the king would revert to human form. The maids would apply special ointments to his body, and by the next morning, he would appear fully recovered. This cycle was what made the maids live in constant fear, never knowing when they might become the wolf’s ne

Cecilia’s POV“Are you alright, my princess?”When I opened my eyes, Ulysses was there, holding my hand as we appeared in one of the palace corridors.“Ulysses, are we really back at the palace?” I asked, glancing around at the familiar surroundings.“Yes, my princess,” he replied with a smile. “There was a small delay, but Klaus and Emilia should be somewhere in the palace as well.”“Where are they?” I frowned, noting the eerie emptiness of the corridor. Something felt wrong. The guards who usually patrolled these halls at night were nowhere to be seen.There was only one explanation for this—my father was having another episode.The thought sent a chill through me. Without another word, I rushed toward my father’s chambers, and sure enough, a crowd had gathered at the entrance. They were pale, their expressions marked by an unmistakable fear.“Princess! You’ve returned!” The head servant was the first to spot me. At his exclamation, every eye turned toward me.“Never mind that. Can

Ulysses’ POV“Are you sure you’re willing to do all this for Emilia?” I teased, stroking the black feathers of Phoebe as we walked.Klaus didn’t answer directly. Instead, he threw the question back at me, “If it were Cecilia lying there, poisoned and dying, would you still be asking me that?”His words hit hard. I smirked slightly, but inwardly, I scoffed. There was no way I’d ever let Cecilia fall into a state like Emilia’s—so fragile and vulnerable, her life hanging by a thread.From the moment I met Klaus, I always thought of him as a warrior impervious to pain. No matter how injured or bloodied, he’d always return to battle as if it didn’t matter. Pain, it seemed, was irrelevant to him.But now I knew better—Klaus wasn’t immune to pain. It was just that the source of his pain wasn’t his own body. It was Emilia’s.We reached the hidden chamber deep within the palace, cloaked in layers of magic. I knocked on the wooden door. Not waiting for a response, I turned the handle and pushed

Emilia’s POVThe night was deep, and dawn was just starting to break when Klaus lifted me from the bathtub and carried me to bed. I lay there, gazing at his face, my thoughts swirling with the memories of everything I had seen when Klaus was poisoned and unconscious. The images were now clear, and the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. All the secrets Klaus had buried deep within him had come to light: he had always known the truth, that the king had killed his brother and stolen his throne. That was why he sent me to the palace—to find the answers in the wolf’s den.“Klaus, you knew all along,” I whispered softly.The truth was now undeniable. Klaus had known from the beginning that the king had killed Caesar, his own brother, to seize the crown. He sent me to the palace not just to uncover the truth, but to fulfill a plan. He had plotted everything, and I had been part of it.“Did you send me to the wolf den to avenge Caesar?” I asked, my voice barely audible.Klaus’ face still h