Fated to the Enemy

ANDREW The trip to the Silver Wolf Pack is a short one but I cannot help but be irritated at the circumstances. I let my Beta drive so I could be alone with my thoughts. It has been three months since I challenged my uncle for his position of Alpha. I had the support of the pack behind me. My uncle had never found his mate and declining in his old age. His senile decisions were making things dangerous for the pack. Had the old man just relinquished power to me there would not have been any need for a challenge, and he could still be alive. Now all of his allies were questioning my loyalty to them. They see me as young and reckless. The Silver Wolf Pack is the last of the allies I have to meet with and will certainly be the most difficult. Alpha Jason and my uncle were extremely close, so now I am the enemy. As we cross the boarder into Silver Wolf territory my wolf, Brax, begins to howl loudly in my head. “Dude. What is your issue?” I demand silently. “Mate. Our mate is close.” Brax

LYRAThe hard wood floor of my bedroom feels cold under my feet as I pace back and forth. I go over my plan to sneak out over and over again. In order to get to the border by midnight I need to leave around 11:30 pm. Everyone in the pack house should be sleeping by then. I cross my fingers as I look at the clock. The soft glow of the clock at my bedside tells me it is 11:00 pm, I inhale a deep breath, thirty more minutes. A rapid knock at my door stuns me into silence. Dashing across the room I hop into bed and pull the covers up around my neck. “Come in,” I say in my sleepiest voice.My door swings open and my father storms into my room. His dark eyes dart suspiciously around my room, as if he is expecting someone to be there with me. The look of anger on his face is terrifying. “We believe you are in danger,” he says simply. “Your door will be locked, and guards will be placed outside until Cain marks you as his mate.” Without anot

ANDREWI reluctantly crawl off of Lyra, but not before brushing a small kiss across her lips. She looks shocked at the action, and I suddenly realize that it was probably her first kiss. Guilt consumes my brain about everything that I did to her earlier. If the rumors of her father’s treatment were true this morning was probably full of firsts for her. “She did not seem to mind,” Brax chimed in. “I can still smell her arousal from here.”I look back at the beautiful creature laying in my bed. Her brown eyes are wide and swirling with gold as she watches me from across the room. Messy golden locks frame her face like a halo. Her full breast are straining against her pajama top, and I lick my lips at the thought of taking each of her nipples into my mouth. Her legs are still slightly spread, begging me to place my body back between them. I have to turn away or I know I will not ever leave this room.I walk into my closet and p

ANDREW“Will you mark me?” Lyra’s brown eyes stare deeply into mine. “So Cain never can.”I am at a loss for words. Her browns eyes swirl to gold, letting me know that her wolf is pushing forward with her. Surely she cannot be serious, to be marked before your eigthteenth birthday is frowned upon in the werewolf community. “I do not think you know what you are asking,” is the only thing I can think to say.“I do know. I need to be safe from my father and Cain. This is the only way to keep me safe.” She pleads with me desperately. “If you mark me then he cannot. I will not mark you in return. I just…” she trails off quietly. “No. No. I do not think you do know what you are asking,” I search my brain for the most delicate way to explain this to her. “Marking… and… mating… tend to take place at the same time. Uh… and I do not think, no, I k

ANDREWIf I would have found anyone else sitting on my office desk with crackers in one hand and my grandfather’s journal in the other, I would probably have executed them on the spot.  But seeing Lyra sitting on my desk with her feet kicking back and forth to the rhythm she is humming softens my heart.  Moonlight catches her golden curls and make them glow against her olive skin, and her full lips pout slightly as she hums and reads the book.  I cannot take my eyes off of her in this moment, she is the most beautiful creature in the world.I frown when she looks up and catches me staring at her, her cheeks flush with embarrassment but there is nothing for her to be embarrassed about.  She stumbles over an apology as if she were afraid that I would punish her for being in my office. But I am not even concerned about where she is at the moment, I do not even hear her words. “You sing beautifully.” I am so consumed by he