Mated to My Intended's Enemy
The heat from his body radiates across the short distance between us, making me even more aware of how little space separates us.
Rosa places a plate in front of him—eggs, sausage, toast. "Eat," she says with affection. "You'll need energy for what you have planned today."
He arches a brow but doesn't question her. Instead, he turns to me and says, "I was thinking we'd go into the city. Pick up a few things for the Hunt Festival."
"The Hunt Festival?" I echo, grateful for something to focus on.
"It's an old pack tradition," he explains, cutting into his eggs. "Happens every autumn. A celebration of strength, skill… and unity. There'll be food, contests, music." He glances at me. "You'll want