Mated to the Enemy's Alpha

"Beta Gregory has arrived," announced Delta John of the New Moon pack from outside the alpha bedroom.

"Damon." The woman whispered weakly at the alpha's ear. Her right hand was placed on his chest and she used it to caress his bare chest. "Damon," she called him again.

Damon opened his eyes lazily but closed it again after seconds. He pulled Veronica closer to him and buried his face on her neck.

Veronica chuckled at her beloved's childish act. She tapped his back and stared at his face. She would never get tired of admiring his face, for he was the most handsome out of all the male werewolves she had met. "Time to wake up, Damon. Your Beta seems to have some news for you," she said in a weak voice.

Veronica could feel how she became weaker as days passed by. It was just two months since she got a rare werewolf disease that stopped her from shapeshifting as a wolf. She thought that it would just end up there. But she was surprised when the disease caused her body to weaken in the long run.

According to a werewolf healer, the disease was consuming her strength drastically until she would die from it. He also said that nothing could cure the disease. And that she just had three more months before her body totally gave up.

Fear succumbed to her being. She didn't want to die yet. She wanted to live as long as her beloved was alive. She was still waiting for him to propose about their mating.

They weren't mates. But who the hell cared? They loved each other. And they didn't believe in soulmates anymore.

She just really wanted to be Damon's Luna.

"I want to sleep more," Damon complained.

Veronica laughed and slapped his cheeks slightly. "What if it's about the cure?" She used her ultimate weapon to wake him up.

Damon opened his eyes automatically. He disregarded Veronica's teasing smile and gave her a kiss before standing up. "Sleep more, Veronica. I'll ask an omega to send you food later. I'll just talk to Gregory and John," he said.

Veronica nodded with a wide smile. "Go. I'll just sleep a bit more."

Damon leaned forward to give her another kiss before finally leaving the room.

Veronica sent him to the door through her eyes. She loved Damon so much. Her hope of healing didn't die because Damon promised that he would find the cure for her.

She knew that Damon would keep his word. It was hard, but he would do everything and anything just for her.

She heaved a deep breath before closing her eyes. She was just lying in bed every time but she always felt tired.

There was just only a month and a half left for her. Damon must find the cure before it was too late.

**

"You will not believe what I'll tell you," Gregory blurted out.

The alpha, beta, and delta were inside their pack's headquarters. Inside the room was a 12-seater table, light torches in every post, and a fireplace.

It was where they held meetings with the Council of Elders when something needed to be discussed.

"Then don't tell me, Greg," Damon said, annoyed. He then tossed the wine in his glass bottoms-up.

John, waiting for Gregory's report, laughed secretly at their alpha's response. He pressed his lips to hide his smile when Gregory glared at him.

"Don't you want to know about the magical blood beholder?" Gregory took back with a smug look on his face.

Hearing that phrase caught Damon's full attention. He sat up straight and stared at Gregory.

Of course, he knew about the legendary magical blood. And he learned that in every blue moon, which appeared every century, there was one lucky werewolf that was blessed with magical blood who was believed to give the beholder a peculiar ability.

It was believed to be a myth because of lack of evidence. But a decade and a half ago, his father, the retired alpha, told him about the devastating massacre in Silver Moon pack by their Luna with the magical blood.

They didn't know what exactly about the peculiar ability that it gave the Luna because they weren't able to find out about it because the Luna disappeared after the massacre happened.

The retired alpha tried his best to spy on the Silver Moon pack but got nothing.

Damon cleared his throat. "What about it?" He pretended to be uninterested.

Gregory rolled his eyes at his alpha's pretension. "I saw the Luna of the Silver Moon's pack," he confessed.

Damon and John's brows furrowed.

"W-what? Where?" Damon asked. His voice raised a bit because of eagerness.

Gregory's lips twitched. 'Got the prideful alpha,' said by his wolf, Earl. He cleared his throat and intertwined his fingers. "The Luna didn't really disappear. The pack is keeping her in a dungeon made of silver," he added.

The other two dropped their jaws.

"How come my father didn't know about it?" Damon was confused. His father was great at spying. How come he didn't learn about it when the Luna was just in the pack?

"The dungeon is hidden in a barn," Gregory answered shortly after taking a sip of his wine.

"Then how did you find out about it? Did you enter their territory?" John couldn't help but involve himself in asking.

Gregory eyed at him and smirked. "Actually, I didn't enter their territory. Cruz did." He was talking about his crow pet. "I used him as my eyes around the pack's territory. I just thought of having a tour around the Silver Moon pack. I just didn't know that I would discover something bigger," he boasted.

"And what did you find out about the Luna?" Damon interrogated.

"Have you heard about the slave princess?"

Damon groaned in frustration. "Can you stop beating around the bush?" He was losing his patience for his beta. He was anxious about the missing Luna and her magical blood.

"The slave princess, Alpha Salazar and the Luna's daughter, inherited her mother's magical blood," Gregory dropped the bomb.

The two werewolves went speechless to the revelation. Gregory's last statement wasn't still sinking into their minds.

“H-how come she also has magical blood?”

Magical blood was just given to one werewolf in a blue moon. How come the princess had it?

Gregory shrugged his shoulders. "I don’t know. But I saw the slave princess entering the dungeon secretly through Cruz's eyes. She brought food for her mother. But I didn't hear them talking. I think they used a mind link. I was just watching them cry in each other's hands. But what surprised me was when the slave princess bit her wrist to produce blood. She let her blood drop to the Luna's wounds. And they all healed!" Gregory was still amazed at the sight he saw through his crow pet. He didn't regret taking time to roam around the place.

"She might be the answer to your problem with Veronica's disease. Maybe that is what magical blood can do," Gregory verbalized Damon's thoughts.

Damon's mind flew away after hearing the thing. His brain started to think of a plan about getting even just a drop of the magical blood. He knew that it would be hard, but he would find a way to succeed for his beloved, Veronica.

He looked at John, who was staring at him. "John, continue leading the trackers and the warriors." Then he faced Gregory. "You'll be the one to govern the pack and watch Veronica temporarily for tomorrow."

Gregory's forehead creased. "What's your plan?" he asked curiously.

Damon's lips rose to the question. "I'll be heading to the Silver Moon pack. I'll win the slave princess's trust," he answered.

'That's right, Damon. Magical blood will not take effect if it isn't given willingly. You must win her trust. Or even her heart if needed,' his wolf, Ruckus, told him.