Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate

6 I Want This Girl

The next day, I woke up in bed.

The vast bedroom was empty, and the soft bedding bore the chaotic traces of my struggles. With eyes reddened and slightly swollen from last night's tears, I surveyed my surroundings, finding no trace of the Alpha called Klaus.

...Where did he go?

After announcing his demand last night, the man had gone alone to the bathroom to freshen up, casually turning off the bedside lamp. In the darkness of the room, I curled up alone in bed, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom. Under a sense of inexplicable relief, I eventually fell asleep, exhausted.

Now awake, I looked at the empty room and the open bathroom door, feeling like last night was nothing more than a dream.

That man hadn't violated me, like a lion sparing its prey at the last moment. It was unbelievable.

Now, with the room empty, it felt like I had been alone here the whole time, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, his conditions were peculiar. "Become his slave?" Why would he specifically want me, a slave regarded as a disgraceful plaything by Alpha Ron?

Without time for further thought, I threw off the tightly wrapped blanket, picked up the somewhat tattered clothes from the floor, and hurried into the bathroom. Thinking of the man's bloodied lips last night, I felt a faint pain in my tailbone.

In the spacious bathroom mirror, there were green and red marks on my ankles, waist, and thighs, obvious bruises from being forcefully squeezed.

I gently touched those ambiguous marks of green and purple, memories of the man pressing down on me flooding my mind, bringing back heavy memories. I bit my lip in embarrassment, and I saw the wound on my tailbone clearly reflected in the mirror.

Two sharp triangular tooth marks, already purple, were deeply embedded in the skin below my coccyx. The location was so delicate, awkward, and shameful. As I looked at the two scabbed wounds, just above my birthmark—a crescent-shaped red spot. Was it my imagination? Did Alpha call Klaus intentionally leave bite marks in this position?

"Knock, knock!"

The heavy and urgent knocking sounded. Even through the bathroom door, I could hear Lydia's rough and malicious voice outside the bedroom door: "Open up! Open up! Don't hide in there! I know you're in there!"

So I quickly threw on my clothes in the bathroom, hurriedly responded, "I'm coming! I'll be right there!"

Before I could finish my simple morning routine, Lydia burst into the bathroom, triumphantly saying, "Ha! Did you think you could hide in the bathroom and I wouldn't find you? Stupid little w.hore."

Her massive body blocked the bathroom exit, fat pushing against her face, revealing eyes like he size of green beans. A bunch of keys dangled from her waist, glinting in the light.

"It's not like that, ma'am. I was just washing my face," I lowered my head, hiding my disgust, pretending to be meek and timid, as if bullied.

"What's there to wash?!" Lydia snorted, mocking, "Everyone saw you dragged away by an Alpha last night. You'll be a s.ex slave in the pack from now on."

My heart was racing, just as I expected.

Lydia's attitude towards me was always filled with undisguised malice. The more pitiful and miserable I appeared, the more satisfied she seemed. So I couldn't tell this woman that I hadn't been violated. Not only would it not spare me from the fate of becoming a common s.ex slave, but subconsciously, I felt that the Alpha called Klaus wouldn't want anyone to know that nothing had happened between us last night.

"What are you standing there for?! Do you want someone else to do your work for you today?" Lydia grabbed my arm and practically dragged me out of the bathroom, heading towards the corridor outside the bedroom.

From yesterday to today, I had hardly eaten anything. I stumbled out of the room, pushed and shoved by Lydia. Like a prisoner being escorted, Lydia occasionally shouted at me in triumph as we passed maids and servants in the corridor, "Hurry up, you lazy slave!"

I bit my lip, keeping silent and bowing my head as I slowly moved forward. I didn't know how that man would convince Ron, but at least for now, I was still a humble slave belonging to Ron.

"Lydia!" A thin maid rushed out from the corner suddenly, shouting to Lydia, "Alpha Ron! Alpha Ron commands you to come to the living room immediately! And... bring her!"

She pointed at me.

"What?" Lydia immediately became nervous, adjusting her clothes, and looked at me with a mixture of puzzlement and malice. "Bring her too?"

"Yes, that's what Alpha Ron said." The maid nodded firmly.

"Hah, looks like someone's in trouble again," Lydia suddenly laughed exaggeratedly, her keys jingling as she did so. "Well, let's go see what our esteemed Alpha Ron has in store for you."

I remained silent, recalling the words the man said last night, "Leave tomorrow to me."

Could it be him? I pondered silently.

"We're here!" The walnut-colored door was pulled open, and Lydia pushed me into the living room.

Inside the room, two men sat facing each other, and at that moment, they both turned to look at me.

"Klaus, why did you insisted on discussing with me only after bringing this slave over? You can say it now," Ron scanned my ragged clothes and I lowered my eyes, seeing drops of water from my face wash dripping onto my clothes, leaving dark stains.

He looked satisfied with my miserable appearance, chuckling, "Klaus, how do you feel about this woman? Do you really like this kind of cheap girl?"

I turned pale, saying nothing as they both examined me.

"Come here," Klaus suddenly said.

His magnetic voice made me lift my eyes, and the man with golden eyes ignored Ron's mocking remarks. He looked expressionless, staring directly at me and ordered again, "Come, my slave."

Ron's expression changed.

"What do you mean, Klaus? I've treated you with VIP treatment, and this is how you repay me?"

I forced myself to appear weak as I slowly approached Klaus.

Klaus's silence made Ron's face look very unpleasant. As I was about to stand in front of Klaus, he reached out and pulled me into his arms.

"Uh!" I let out a small gasp, then felt the his warmth comforting me in my heart.

"As a reward for the last battle, the king gave me five chests of gold, and I'm giving you two," Klaus replied indifferently. He looked at Ron's dark face and pulled out a heavy bag from his arms, laying it on the table.

Slap! The bag landed heavily on the walnut table, the tied straps coming loose, and the dazzling golden coins spilled out.

I widened my eyes in surprise. That was gold! Although werewolves didn't love gold like dragons did, pure gold was still a proof of werewolf identity. Moreover, this was the gold bestowed by the king!

Ron's expression changed, and he looked at me and Klaus with suspicion and hesitation. I curled up in the man's arms, feeling the warmth emanating from his chest.

"This is the down p*****t. Is it enough?" Klaus said coldly.