Fated to the Enemy Alpha

ASTRAI've never run this hard in all my life. Even worse, the sky is pouring rain on me like it has malice with me. Mud stains my white ceremonial dress as I run through Silver wood's forests, the branches making deep gashes on my face and scratches on my dress. Behind me, Alpha Remus Caine's howl of rage splits the night. I have three minutes before the hunting party catches my scent.My bare feet slip on wet leaves, pain shooting through my soles as I step on sharp stones. But I don't slow down, even though parts of my dress are tearing on the branches. Better to run naked through these woods than wear the chains waiting at that altar.Better death than that bond.The thought propels me forward as my lungs burn. My wolf pushes strength into my limbs, wild with the same panic thrumming through my veins. We agree on this, at least. We've never agreed on anything so completely.I hear paws beating the ground at my back and I realize that slowly the search party will catch up with me a

ASTRAI came to archive territory to find answers about my Gamma bloodline and why Remus wanted me so bad he sent a bounty hunter after me. I was able to sneak in and find the files that I wanted. Every sold marriage in the tribute system was always recorded, we'd give to court and signed on papers whose duplicates will be here. Attached to those papers would be a detailed demographic of each partner. The archiveguard's hand clamps over my mouth As I photograph the tributary records , I don't know when an archive's guard sneaks on me - I usually have sharp hearing -- and clamps his hand on my mouth. His other hand twists my arm behind my back, and pain shoots through my shoulder."You little thief," he growls in my ear.I have the evidence right here in my hands, this is proof that this sold marriages are actual kidnapping of females with rare or Alphabloodlines, to reduce the threat of those powerful bloodlines to mere breeding stations. I just needed to present it to the right peopl

ASTRAI wake up in a dungeon.My head pounds like someone's taken a hammer to it. When I move, something holds me down, I look at it and I see that they are silver chains binding me down. Silver has always been the bane of werewolves and I know that I won't be about to shift and break through my bones so long as there are silver. I'm in a dungeon and above me, I hear footsteps and laughter, the sounds of a pack going about their day while I rot in darkness.Lyanna Mordane didn't want to help me. She wanted to cage me.I remember arriving at Shadowveil with Thalor just before the sun spread over the skies. Thalor had led me through the gates, and past the guards who bowed to him like they knew him. Deep down I always have known that he shouldn't be trusted, mate or not, but I'd run out of options and I walked right into his trap.Lyanna was waiting in the courtyard. She smiled when she saw me, and it was not a friendly smile. "Astra Ashford," she said. "Welcome to Shadowveil."I bare

ASTRAThe maids lead me away from the celebration, and my heart falls because I know where they're taking me. My mother have sung into my head more than once. I was going to the Alpha's chambers so I could consummate the bond I just accepted in front of hundreds of witnesses. As if the day could not get any worse. I'm a virgin and viewed to be so until I give it up to a deserving wolf who loves me with all his heart. Even that dream has been shattered.My heart pounds so hard I think it might break through my ribs.They bring me to a massive chamber at the top of the pack house. It's clearly been Remus's room, now Thalor's. "Come," one of the maids says softly, leading me to an adjoining bathing room.They strip off my blood-stained wedding dress and I stand there numb trying to process it all as they wash away the stains of Remus's blood from my body.They dry me and dress me in a thin white nightgown that leaves nothing to the imagination. I can see my breasts and hips through the f