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Chapter 13
Lyra
“You are mine,” Andrew growls pinning me to the bed beneath him. I can feel the rumble in his chest as he presses against me.
I think I know what he is expecting in this moment, and I do not think that I am ready. Pushing against his chest with the palms of my hands, “Andrew…” I breath as he tries to pepper my neck with kisses. “Andrew, I am waiting…
Andrew lifts his head from my neck, “I promise not to take your virginity until you ask.” I can feel relief wash across me. “But that does not mean that we cannot have a little fun in the meantime.”
My breath hitches as Andrew’s hands travels to the inside of my shirt and he grips my hips, grinding his cock against my thigh. Hooking his fingers around the waist band of my shorts he pulls them off in one swipe. I use my hands to cover myself as Andrew looks down on me. He grabs o
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Fated to the Enemy Chapter 14
LYRAAndrew grabs my hand and pulls me out of his bedroom. As he practically drags me down the stairs, I can smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. Turning down the hall I can see Alva standing at the stove frying something in a pan. When she sees Andrew and I approach the kitchen I can see her visibly stiffen. Walking up behind her I place my hand on her shoulder and feel the energy transfer between the two of us. The action seems to relax her.Suddenly my vision fades to black, and I am standing in the Silver Wolf packhouse. Little me is sitting at the dinner table, I could not have been more than three or four. My curls were still wild, and I sat with my arms crossed tightly against my chest. “You cannot make me eat my friends!” I scream at my father who is looking down on me, his eyes full of anger. My mother gets up from the table and kisses me on the top of my head. “You can be a strong wolf, even if you do not want to eat yo
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LYRAI hear the curtains in Andrew’s bedroom fling open and the morning sunlight hits my face. Letting out an irritated groan, I pull the covers over my head and try to go back to sleep. Feeling the bed dip beside me, I am suddenly bouncing up and down. I rip the covers off of my head and glare up into Andrew’s amused green eyes. Andrew is standing over me jumping up and down on his bed like a child. “What are you, five years old?” I groan as I cover my head with my pillow.The pillow is ripped from my head and Andrew begins to jump up and down and smack me in the face with pillow. “Wakey, Wakey,” he taunts as he continues his assault. “Today you are spending the day with Alva.”At Alva’s name I perk up. “You should have said so.” Sitting up, I push Andrew out of the way, and he tumbles off the side of the bed landing on the floor with a thud. Without a second glance at Andrew I rush to th
Fated to the Enemy Chapter 16
ANDREWI find Lyra and Alva sitting in the kitchen chatting like old friends. Both of them look tired and worrisome, as if they have been crying all day. Lyra tries to put on a cheerful smile for me when she sees me come into the kitchen, but I can see that her eyes are filled with burden. Maybe I should not have left her with Alva all day. Maybe the training was too much for her. Lyra’s powers are new after all.“Oh, Andrew. I did not expect you back so soon,” Alva says gently. “I am feeling a wee bit tired. If you do not mind I think I will take off for the evening. I am sure you all can find Lyra something more to eat than poptarts for dinner.” Alva’s eyes look tired, and she looks weaker than I have ever seen her before.“Of course,” I say as I pat her gently on the shoulder. “You may take tomorrow as well if you need.” Alva stumbles a little trying to get to her feet. She catches herself on
Fated to the Enemy Chapter 17
ANDREWLyra has not left the guest room in several days, expect for to come down and check on Alva. While at a pack meeting, she moved all of her belongings out of my bedroom and changed the lock on the guest bedroom door. Every time I walk past the door, I want to break it down in anger. Brax has gone silent in my head for upsetting our mate and Alva, too, seems to be irritated with my actions. “How dare you treat your mate in such a manor?” Alva says as she tries to push herself up in the bed. “I told you to protect her. Now the child is in here everyday trying to figure out how to give me my power back.” Helping Alva sit up, I place several pillows behind her back. “I do not know how to fix this,” I admit. “She wants me to reject her so she can leave.”“I told you to protect her,” Alva fusses at me like she did when I was a pup. “Fix it.”Nodding at Alva, I open the door t
Fated to the Enemy Chapter 18
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Fated to the Enemy Chapter 19
LYRA Leaving me to get myself cleaned up, Andrew heads downstairs to prepare for my father’s arrival. I was given strict instructions not to leave the bedroom, to which I only rolled my eyes. At some point I will have to face my father. Stepping into the shower I try to formulate a plan to separate my brother from my father. I know I only need a few moments to transfer my thoughts to him, a few moments to show him what my father has planned.As I turn off the shower I hear raised voices inside and outside of the packhouse. Running to the bedroom window I look out and see a group of my father’s warriors surrounded by warriors from the Red River Pack. “Shit,” I grumble to myself as I throw my clothes on over my wet body. Looking down the stairs I see my father and Andrew standing nose to nose screaming obscenities at one another. My brother is restraining James and Cain is standing off to the side with a smug look upon his face. &
Fated to the Enemy Chapter 20
ANDREWLooking down at Lyra’s body, she is still in wolf form. Normally when a wolf is knocked unconscious they shift back to their human form, but Lyra’s silver wolf is in control of her body. Even as a wolf she is small. I pick her up and carry her into the packhouse and lay her in my bed. Her breathing appears stable, but I mind link the pack doctor anyway. Goddess knows there are many men out there that need attending to as well. Peering out of the window I see both packs attending to their dead. The yard in front of the packhouse is littered with bodies. Some of the bodies are still in wolf form, others have shifted back. Normally we would burn the enemy bodies but as a peace offering I am willing to let them return home to their families. The wounded are sitting off to the side, trying to rest to speed up their healing. I cannot help but think what a waste all of this was.
Fated to the Enemy Chapter 21
JAMESAndrew’s bedroom door slams behind me and it makes me jump. Looking around Andrew’s bedroom, I can feel anxiety rising in my chest. I have been in this room thousands of times before but now it feels like I am an intruder. “I should not be here,” I mumble to myself.“She needs you,” my wolf, Ajax whispers in my mind. I look over to Lyra’s wolf form laying on the bed and it is like I am drawn to her; I cannot stop my feet from moving to her side. The sunlight filtering in through the blinds hits her silver fur and it glitters under the sun beams. I cannot help but reach out and stroke her gently on the side. If she feels my touch she does not react to it. Her chest rises and falls evenly in her sleep and every once and a while a little huff leaves her muzzle. Lyra’s wolf form is just as beautiful as her human form, and I can feel jealousy rising in my chest. “She will never belong to me,”
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