Fated to my Alpha nemesis
WHEN THE VILLAN GET'S THE GIRL.
She hates him.
She hates him with every fractured piece of her being.
She hates him more than she hates herself.
They have been enemies since childhood.
Him being Damon. The Alpha’s son. The boy who tortured her without remorse. Who made sure she never forgot her place beneath the werewolves. Who dismantled her life brick by brick.
Her being Mia. A lowly human girl. The adopted daughter of the disgraced Beta family, scorned by the entire pack for two unforgivable reasons:
She is human.
And her adoptive father, the former Beta, betrayed the Alpha.
When Damon leaves the pack for two years and returns older, colder, and ready to ascend as Alpha, Mia begins to plan his death.
She will assassinate him during his ascension ceremony.
Simple.
Clean.
Revenge.
But everything unravels the moment she stands before him, blade hidden, hatred sharpened, ready to end his life.
The first word Damon says to her after two years is not a threat.
Not an insult.
Not a warning.
It is a single word that fractures her world.
“Mate.”
Why is moon against her? What kind of cruel joke is this?
She runs. She does not look back.
But the new Alpha has other plans.
He tracks her.
Finds her.
Claims her.
And keeps her.
Damon has no intention of letting her go.
Enemies to lovers. Fated mates. Angst. Relentless obsession. A bond that burns hot, dangerous, and impossible to deny
She runs, never looking back.