Mated to My Intended's Enemy
The vast blue expanse naturally drew my gaze, and I found myself contemplating the strange twists of fate that had brought me here—from a virtual prisoner in Enzo's home to the mate of the most powerful Alpha in America, now sitting on a Greek beach being painted by a stranger.
Time seemed to flow differently as Nicos worked. He hummed occasionally, muttering to himself in Greek when something pleased or frustrated him. I sent the promised text updates to Leo, careful to mention I was "exploring" rather than "modeling for a human artist"—a small omission that pricked my conscience.
"Tell me about yourself, Victoria from America," Nicos called as he painted. "What brings you to our little cor