Bound By Fate: Contracted To The Enemy Alpha

Chapter 2— Her Mother's Daughter.~KYRA~"Logic over emotion."My father always said I had to be logical if I wanted to succeed in this world, but I let emotions ruin me. I stood with my hands bonded with silver behind my back as my father was denounced as the Alpha by the council. He had broken a law. The elders felt betrayed, and humiliated.My father had groomed a witch under their nose. He had lied and deceived them."You know the laws, Duncan. You know the punishment for this." Elder Helen said, her voice stoic with a tinge of disappointment dripping from it. My father's head dropped. His shoulders slumped. I felt my eyes watered. My mind goes back to the events that occurred thirty minutes ago. Maybe if I'd stayed on the bed a little longer, I wouldn't have walked in on James and his friends and the humiliating video, and then I wouldn't have had to kill them.The Elders walked closer, their hands together as they lifted the half-moon crystal orb. My eyes circled the room. Th

Chapter 4— Mate to the enemy Alpha.KYRA“You did this!” Tristan accused, his eyes flashed with anger and accusation. I laughed, and then looked him dead in the eyes, brows raised.“Did I?” I drawled, my voice dripped perfectly with mock nonchalance. “Because all I see is your doing, not mine. I wasn't the one who made the blood pact.” I shrugged. Goddess, does he think if I had the powers to forge a mate bond I'd let myself be captured by his goons? Did he think if my powers were still intact it would have been that easy for his goons to capture me?I almost laughed again at his assumption. The reason the Ferguson pack has never lost a war in its years of existence since I knew I had powers was because I would lock myself in my room when we are at war, using my powers to help defeat our enemies— all thanks to Elora, who helped me practice, research. If only I'd known she was preparing for the ultimate betrayal. Why did he think we were the biggest in the northern wolfdom?For someon

Chapter 6— One who breaks trying. KyraThere’s a space between waking and being stuck in a memory where pain doesn't yet exist and breathing feels lighter. I wanted to stay there, in that fragile pocket of nothing, pretending that everything was okay, that all of these were just a damn nightmare but the memory came crashing in like a tide dragging me back to the surface of reality.One after the other, they filtered in.James.The banishment.Father.Tristan Banewolff.The dungeon.My breath caught. I was shaking again, chest rising and falling too fast, lungs greedy for air that wouldn't come. Cold stone pressed against my cheek, a sting where my cheek lay. My body curled against the cold wall. I didn’t dare open my eyes. Because if I did, I knew the panic would win again.I didn’t remember when my body gave out, only the closing walls and the suffocating smell of fear curling up my throat.I stiffened when I heard a sound.Scraping. Footsteps. Then a door creaked open.I tensed. A

Chapter 8— Wrong places, Wrong reasons.Kyra“Arrow's clean through," the healer muttered. “You’re lucky it missed the bone.” Lucky? I almost laughed. If anything I wasn't lucky. Lucky would have been a shot to somewhere vital, putting me out of my misery quickly. Lucky would have been sensing I was being used by James. Lucky would have been having my father here. No— if anything, I wasn't lucky. Luck didn't bring me this far and I've learned to live without it.True to the healer's words, The arrow hadn't gone deep, but it had pierced clean through the soft part between my thumb and forefinger. A stupid injury really. One I couldn't have avoided even if I wanted to.The injured warrior, Mark, was being attended to by another healer. Callie and a guard had brought us here. She hadn't said a word on the walk but the rage oozing off her said enough. I gritted my teeth as the healer poured something acidic over the wound. It hissed against my skin and I looked away— just in time to se

Chapter 10—For Kara.TristanI could still hear the muffled sobs breaking in the hall through the closed doors as I led Callie to a secluded place as she insisted.I shut the office door behind me then turned to her. "Here will do." I pointed out.Callie reached for my hand, her fingers brushing the edge of my shirt. I stepped back. "You said it was urgent," I reminded, keeping a straight face.Her face fell, a frown deepening as she studied me, "You've been avoiding me, Tristan." She sounded wounded, hurt like a child who had been denied their favorite sweet even after they had been good.I leaned back against the chair, crossing my arms. "I've been busy trying to get things in order after that... after—" My jaw tightened. "After ending up with a second mate I wasn’t ready for. Worse still, the daughter of my enemy. You of all people know how much everyone is against it... You included.""That's not what I mean and you know it." Her eyes narrowed. "Ever since that night...""It was