Lyra's life has been turned upside down when she learns that her father has groomed her for her whole life, never planning to let her find her true mate. His plans to force her into an unwanted mate bond cause her to run. She runs into the arms of a man that she assumes is her true mate. Once under her protection everything that she knows about the world around her is false. Lyra cannot even be sure of what she is anymore and what the future will hold for her, her mates, or her future children. Her survival is imperative to not only the werewolf race but other supernatural races as well. But can she survive every obstacle that is thrown at her and fulfill her destiny?View More
Hello, my lovely readers. I just wanted to pop in with an update. I know that many of you are waiting to see what happens next with Ella and I am just as eager to tell you. I am just waiting for the okay to post here or maybe it will be loaded in a separate book. I will update as soon as I know, I promise. Thanks to everyone that read Fated to the Enemy. It has always been a dream of mine to put what is in my imagination on paper for people to read. Thank you all for making my dreams come true.
ELLA The thumping sound of a car stereo fills the packhouse and the loud honking of the horn causes me to jump out of bed. Damn it, she is early. Looking around the room I make a mental note of everything that I have packed in my bag. There is nothing else I can bring along without looking suspicious. Maybe one day I can come back and get the rest. Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I yell out, “Uncle Chase, I am heading out with Jess for the night.” Just as I hit the bottom of the stairs, Uncle Chase steps out in front of me. “Where are you going?” Rolling my eyes, I try to push past him, but he does not let me. “I am nineteen. Can we please stop this overprotective uncle business?” “No,” Chase growls trying to throw his Alpha Aura over me even though he knows it will not work. “Fiiiinnne,” I whine. “Dinner, movies, junk food, bo
ELLA 3 years ago Staring out of the window at the thick layer of snow that is on the ground, I know that tonight is the night. I look back at my mother sitting on the couch with her feet propped up on a pillow. Her belly is round with her third pregnancy and the timing could not be worse. Catching me staring at her, she pats the couch beside her, beckoning me to sit beside her. “She’s awake,” my mother whispers so my fathers won’t hear. “Isn’t she?” Leaning forward, placing my elbows on my knees, I hide my face in my hands. I could lie to my mother, but she would know immediately. My mother is a Silver Wolf. Until recently there was not much known about a Silver Wolf. Silver Wolves are rare and possess special abilities. They possess these abilities because they are actually a hybrid, both werewolf and witch. My mother, Lyra, possesses many abilities. She can visualize both the pa
LYRASixteen Years Later I watch as my daughter stares out of the window. The thick layer of snow that coats the ground reminds me of the night she was born. There was so much snow that even Andrew’s Jeep could not make it through the snow. I laugh a little at the irony of it all. Here I am largely pregnant, with swollen ankles, and my feet propped up on a pillow. It is the exact thing that I refused to do a little more than sixteen years ago. The look on my daughter’s face is one of worry and regret. I pat the couch beckoning her to come and sit with me. Leaning in I whisper quietly so no one care hear me. “She’s awake. Isn’t she?” I ask referring to her wolf. My question causes anxiety to ripple off her in waves. Hiding her face in her hands she tries to control her breathing. We already know she is a Silver Wolf. We have prepared for this day since she was
LYRA The smell of cinnamon and apples fills the pack house. Abigale and I have been baking all day preparing for Chase and Annie to visit for an early Christmas celebration. My overly round belly is covered in flour because it keeps getting in the way. Every time I turn around I am knocking something over with my baby bump. Abigale has given up trying to clean up after me. I have been on my feet all day and my ankles are killing me. Looking down I can see that they are twice their normal size. My stomach is cramping, and it is becoming difficult to breathe. Abigale has tried to get me to sit down several times, but I really want to help. It is my first Christmas celebration with my mates and my brother, I want to do as much of the work as I possibly can. Bracing my hands against my back, I lean backwards trying to stretch my tight belly, but nothing seems to alleviate the pressure. Deciding t
LYRAThe cold gel hits my abdomen, and it makes me jump a little. Andrew and James are beside me grinning from ear to ear. They look like little kids on Christmas morning. I try to hide the waves of anxiety following through my body. Deep down I know everything is fine. I have seen her in my visions, I know that she is okay. But that does not stop me from worrying. So many terrible things have happened since I got pregnant, what if the visions have since changed. There is a tiny voice in my mind that is making me doubt if my visions are correct or not.I keep my eyes closed tight while the doctor rolls the ultrasound wand along my stomach. Then I hear it. The whooshing sound of a heartbeat fills the room. Andrew and James squeeze my hand tightly. Placing my free hand over my eyes I let out a sigh of relief, but I still cannot bring myself to look at the screen. I feel Andrew’s lips against my
LYRAAbigale sits beside me and fidgets nervously in her seat. “Your brother is okay with it,” she says frantically. Laying my hand on top of hers I guess her a little squeeze. “Whatever it is, I am sure we will be fine with it too.”Taking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment, Abigale breathes out slowly. “Annie and I are not actual sisters,” she begins. “she is my stepsister.”“Of course,” I smile brightly. “If she were a werewolf her hearing would have repaired itself.” Abigale watches me carefully as I piece together her family tree. “You said that your stepmother wanted to teach you both about all of the magical creatures that live in this world?”“Supernatural beings,” Abigale corrects. “Yes.”“They are witches!&rd
LYRAThis may sound crazy, but I simply could not wait for Grace to meet Prissy. I just knew that their had to be another person on the planet that Prissy did not want to murder, and I knew that Grace was that person. Linking my arm in hers I carefully guided her up the stairs to the pack house. Long gone is the youthful woman that trained me in the cabin. As soon as Lilith’s magic faded so did Grace’s youth, but I seemed to be the only one that noticed. Her once bright blue eyes are now a little duller than before and her beautiful black hair is now streaked with stripes of gray. When she smiles I can still see the vibrant, headstrong woman from the cabin, but I can tell that Lilith’s death has taken a toll on her.“The boys let me have a cat,” I explain excitedly. “Her name is Prissy, and she is absolutely perfect.”Grace pats my hand as we walk through the front door together.