Fated to My Enemy Alpha 1

stepmother only saw those werewolves she had sent as too weak. She was determined to achieve her goal before I die. My existence remained a threat to her. She knew that once my father realized my true value, she and her wretched daughter would be cast aside.
But when I woke up this morning, something was very much different. I had been chained to the wall by my arms as well, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake off this fog that clouded my mind and lethargy that seemed to make my limbs almost too heavy to move.
I wasn't sure how long I had laid here like this, but suddenly the door opened and a man staggered into my cell unsteadily, a crooked grin on his face as I raised my head to meet his eyes defiantly.
He was more powerful than any werewolf I had encountered before, and I immediately detected a different scent!
"I heard that those who came before me didn't succeed..." He approached me with a dangerous smile. "But you know what? Three years ago, I witnessed your beauty in the crowd. Every wet dream I had since then was about you. So... here I am. I'm really looking forward to our encounter. How about you?"
Disgust. That was the only feeling I had. I smiled and spat in his face, hoping to provoke him into losing control so that I could seize any opportunity to kill him!
But almost instantly, his large hand firmly