All Chapters of I Slept With My Alpha's Enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Dove Pov"Right." He shakes his head a little. "I also forgot to mention one small matter.""What?" I steady the precariously balanced tower of folded clothing that I've been continuously adding to. If it tipped over, it may very well be my last straw."I shall be looking for someone to marry very soon. I believe it will strengthen my pack and ready them for an heir."My hands freeze in place, the sewen edges of a shirt hem balanced between my fingertips.I know I'm a hopeless fool, but my heart races in anticipation. Is this where Matthias finally comes to his senses and lifts me from a place of servitude and makes me his wife? Will I finally become his equal? Will he finally prove how much he loves me?"Really?" My voice trembles a little as I gaze up at him.He shifts behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he rests his chin on my shoulder."But just because I'm looking for a noble woman doesn't mean I want what goes on between us to stop." He nuzzles his face into my neck, pressi

Dove Pov"I wonder who they let in," I mumble absentmindedly."Anyone who fits the theme, who dresses scantily and has no respect for themselves." Eden opens the newspaper again, the corners flopping over.Tilting my head ever so slightly, I attempt to read the small text. I want as much information about tonight as I can get."You're so judgemental. Just because they do things differently in his pack doesn't mean it's wrong," I point out, getting up to pour myself a glass of water.Eden mutters something under her breath that I don't catch. Despite pressing the boundaries of this packs values of righteousness, modesty and servitude, Eden still fits neatly within them. She wants more from the world, but not enough to stray too far from the path."Alpha Varian fucks anything that moves," she exclaims boredly, watching me fill my glass from the tap, bringing it to my lips. "At least our Alpha is saving himself for The water suddenly burns like acid as I choke, resisting the urge to splu

Dove povWow. I'm really doing this.Nothing feels real as I skim through my wardrobe, plucking out a dress I already had in mind to bring. It's not red or black, but a dusty rose colour with frothy bits of lace on the bodice and hem, and tiny hand sewn flowers scattered on the front.It's modest and sweet, and unfortunately, all I have.I dress quickly and quietly, easing into the fabric, pausing every time I hear a faint noise. Sitting before Eden's vanity mirror, I brush my hair and leave it loose around my shoulders, forgoing makeup. I'm running out of time.My footsteps are slow as I pass through the short hallway, my hands braced against the wall so I don't slip on these thick heeled shoes and slam onto the ground unceremoniously.I only let out breath when I pass through the front door, clicking it closed behind me.to the train station. I pick my way down the hill that's bathed in moonlight, fog curling like eerie skeletal fingers around my ankles. I pass over the creek, hoppin

Dove povWith damp palms, I risk a glance inward.A long corridor sweeps into the residence, dampened by dim shadows. Claude has seemingly vanished, while I stand dumbly at the entrance.This is what I came for.The door clicks closed behind me once I step inside. This is clearly a servants access way, which eases my nerves a touch. I stride downward, following the music and voices.The music practically melts in my ears, a rich and sultry melody unlike anything I've heard before.There is music back home, of course, but it's restrained to a conservative few genres and does little to inspire exploration of the mind or body.It floods out to meet me, along with the scent of cloying perfume, sweat and decadent food as I venture deeper, looking for a way into the main hall.My shoes squeak against the black and white checkered linoleum as I watch people pass me by, paying me no mind.Some are extravagantly dressed, with feathers sprouting from sparkling clothing, wobbling perilously on fr

Dove POV tracing it across the room.Many people talk and drink at a low volume, entertained by their company. I admire the leather furniture they lounge and lean on, as well as the stacks of coloured alcohol bottles above the small bar.My attention strays too far to the side, seeing a group of people at the corner of the room whose acts have my lips parting, my breath catching in my throat.One man has another on his knees before him, watching as his cock is worshipped by the man's mouth. His expression is contorted in pleasure, his hips jutting forward a he forces himself deeper into the man's throat.Next to him is a woman pressed against the wall, a man fucking her from behind. His hand is on the back of her neck, while the other is one her hips, pressing her back to meet each thrust.My skin heats at the sight. It takes a physical toll on me to tug my stare from them.Only for it to catch on someone staring directly at me.My entire body stiffens as my blood chills. I know exact