All Chapters of Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ulysses's POVRescuing Klaus was perhaps the most regrettable decision I've ever made in my life. I sliced my finger open, contemplating the tasks Klaus had assigned me, while letting the blood drip as Phoebe's sharp beak pecked at it relentlessly."Phoebe, this is all your fault. Otherwise, I wouldn't have stumbled upon Klaus that day," I sighed heavily, watching Phoebe squint her beady eyes in contentment as she fed.Perhaps it was the resemblance between tonight's darkness and the night I met Klaus, memories I thought were buried or forgotten resurfaced before me once again.It was on a moonlit night, as a young and naive boy, Phoebe and I began our favorite nighttime activity—treasure hunting.Basically, after nightfall, we would venture to remote places and try our luck, hoping to find materials I needed for my witchcraft, such as black bull bones or white moth wings. Sometimes, if luck was on our side, we'd stumble upon abandoned corpses in the wilderness, which were excellent m

Klaus’s pov"You're back." Anthony stood at the manor gate as usual, welcoming my return. He took my coat and gestured for me to follow him inside."Did everything go smoothly tonight?""No surprises."As we walked towards the estate, Anthony sighed and shook his head. "Well, it seems the king's tolerance towards you remains unchanged. Your attire tonight hardly met the requirements for the banquet.""I had to wear this outfit, or how else would I see Ron making a fool of himself?" I casually tossed my cloak to a nearby servant."It seems everything is unfolding as you anticipated," Anthony chuckled as he took the gloves I removed and opened the study door for me."Hmm," I sat on the leather chair by the window, contemplating the events of tonight's banquet.According to my initial plan, Ron being provoked by me was something I had anticipated. What truly surprised me today was the woman named Brigitte. Her striking resemblance to Emilia and the dance she performed made it seem like R

Ulysses’s POVAs a wizard, I've never quite understood the crude and barbaric behavior of werewolves toward each other.Now, passing through the stone corridor and climbing the steps, all the nobles dressed in their finery are seated or standing in the stands, overlooking the oval open space enclosed by stone slabs below—it is the arena of the werewolves."Ulysses, have you done what I asked of you?" Klaus, in a soft, neatly tailored black suit, sits in the area closest to the stage, his brow furrowed, showing no excitement like the other nobles."Hmm," I chuckle softly, "don't be so nervous, Klaus. Be patient, and soon you'll see an exciting spectacle."Disguised as Klaus's servant, I stand behind him, watching as the iron gates on either side of the arena are opened by the servants, and Emilia and Brigitte appear before the crowd.With identical faces, identical figures, and even identical gray clothes, they stand facing each other on opposite sides of the arena, no longer the guest

Cecelia’s povAt the outset, this was just another customary duel for the nobles.I sat high atop the arena, overlooking the duel between two female slaves. These two, recommended respectively by Ron and Klaus, had strikingly similar appearances, to the extent that it seemed like one person fighting her mirror image.Before their duel commenced, I asked Eileen in boredom, "Who do you think will win?"After observing their performance in the arena for a while, Eileen confidently replied, "Your Highness, I believe Brigitte will win."“Why?” I inquired."You see, Your Highness, Emilia might be handicapped; she has yet to release her wolf. In such a duel, she looks like she could be killed in the next second. No wonder she was gifted to the king by Alpha Klaus. A handicapped yet beautiful slave has only one use," Eileen explained."Oh," I chuckled, though inwardly I disagreed with Eileen's assessment.I still remembered the first time I saw Emilia. Veronica, at my behest, had deliberately

Cecelia’s POVKlaus's response caught everyone off guard.I raised an eyebrow as I looked at the girl crouching behind Klaus on the ground. Wow, her eyes were truly heart-wrenching.Her emerald green eyes slowly welled up with tears, her chestnut hair disheveled, and her dirty, tattered clothes couldn't conceal the bloodied wounds and glaring bruises on her body. Despite all this, one could still see her originally snow-white skin and lovely features. Emilia, covered in scars, resembled a warm white jade with a few mottled marks.One couldn't help but want to clean her up and wrap her in delicate, soft silk to display at home. If a slave girl like her were to be exiled, she would probably disappear from the noble's territory before long."Oh, are you really deciding to exile this girl?" The king's tone was slightly doubtful as he looked at Klaus bowing his head. With his silver-white long hair, it was hard to discern Klaus's expression."Klaus, you just saved her life. Now you want to