Mated to My Intended's Enemy

LeoI never expected that this night would turn into one of the most confusing and infuriating encounters of my existence. As Alpha of the Shadow Pack, I'd agreed to meet with Enzo Howlthorne at my club to finalize our arrangement—five million dollars of gambling debt to be settled with something far more valuable.He presented me with a photo of his half-sister, Victoria — a newly turned eighteen-year-old hybrid wolf. Beautiful. Pure. With noble Alpha blood in her veins. Enzo described her as unshifted, soft-natured, and obedient by default. In his words, she would make the perfect, well-behaved little sex slave.Yet the woman approaching me at the bar looked nothing like the demure virgin I'd been promised. She was breathtaking. Curves poured into a little black dress that barely covered what mattered, long chestnut hair cascading down her back, and those eyes—wide, innocent, yet burning with determination. She moved like she owned the place, sliding onto the stool beside me and cros

LeoFor the past week, my mind has been utterly consumed by Victoria. Her scent, her voice, those big innocent brown eyes that had gazed up at me in ecstasy—I couldn't stop thinking about her. The memory of her soft curves beneath my hands haunted my waking hours and invaded my dreams. My wolf prowled restlessly inside me, demanding I find her, claim her, mark her as mine.I growled low in my throat as I stared out the window of my office, watching the city lights flicker below. The skyline belonged to me—every casino, every club, every shadow-filled alley where my pack conducted business. I was the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack, feared and respected throughout the werewolf community. Yet here I was, obsessing over a half-breed she-wolf who'd played me for a fool."Alpha?" Tiny's voice broke through my thoughts. My Beta stood in the doorway, his massive frame nearly filling it. Despite his name, there was nothing small about him—six-foot-seven of pure muscle and unwavering loyalty."Wh

VictoriaI tried to act casual as I set my backpack down. "I don't know what you mean.""Bullshit," Emma said, wiping her hands on her apron and rushing around the counter. "That was an Alpha's car if I've ever seen one. One of the major five packs for sure. What the hell are you doing with him?"I sighed, sinking into a chair at one of the small tables. "It's not what you think. He just... offered me a ride."Emma raised an eyebrow. "Random Alphas don't offer rides to half-breed pack members for no reason, sweetie. Especially not Alphas with cars that cost more than this entire building.""Can we talk about something else?" I pleaded. "How's Uncle Alessio doing? I just came from the Omega House."Emma's expression softened. "He's hanging in there. His arthritis is getting worse, but you know him—too stubborn to complain." She studied my face. "You look tired, hon. Everything okay at home?"I forced a smile. "Fine. Just the usual.""Enzo being an ass again?" When I didn't answer, she s

VictoriaAs Enzo helped me from the car—his grip bruisingly tight on my elbow—despair washed over me in waves. There would be no escape, no last-minute reprieve. This was happening."Enzo Howlthorne and Victoria Howlthorne," Beta Tiny announced formally. "Alpha Moretti welcomes you to Shadow Pack territory."His eyes met mine briefly, and I thought I detected a flicker of something—pity perhaps?—before his professional mask fell back into place."Victoria will now enter the ceremonial circle to be claimed by our Alpha," Tiny continued. "As is tradition, her family will remain outside the circle during the binding."Enzo released my arm with obvious reluctance. "Remember what I said," he hissed in my ear before stepping back.Pack members formed a path before me, leading to a stone circle set in the center of the lawn. My legs felt like lead as Tiny escorted me forward, each step bringing me closer to a fate I hadn't chosen.The gathered wolves fell silent as I entered the circle. I cou

VictoriaI took it, confused by the gesture. The soft cotton felt worn between my fingers, carrying his scent. "Your shirt?" I asked, unsure why this felt so intimate, more intimate than if he'd handed me lingerie."Yes. I want you to sleep in my shirts," he explained, his voice dropping lower, sending an unwelcome flutter through my stomach."Oh...okay," I managed, not knowing what else to say."Only the shirt, Victoria. Don't wear anything else." His commanding tone left no room for argument, his eyes briefly darkening as they swept over me. Then he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and disappeared into the bathroom.I hurriedly slipped out of my wedding dress, my fingers fumbling with the delicate fabric in my rush to change. His black t-shirt felt impossibly soft against my skin as I pulled it over my head, the woodsy scent of him enveloping me instantly. My heart fluttered nervously when I realized the shirt barely reached mid-thigh.Not being allowed to wear underwear made me feel eve