Political Marriage With A Friendly Enemy Novels & Stories

There was only one person Callen could mean—Maris, my childhood friend, the one who’d helped me hide food when the pack turned against me. “He has her,” I whispered. Warren stepped closer, reading the note over my shoulder. “Who?” “Maris.” The name felt fragile on my tongue. “She’s not a fighter. If he’s using her…” I couldn’t finish. Warren closed the box and handed it to one of his guards. “Get my Beta. Double the patrols around the southern border.” Then he turned to me, his expression unreadable. “Inside. Now.” In his office, the air was heavy with silence.

Today I finally get to marry my Little Dove. I never pictured I’d be sharing her with someone let alone the man I should consider my enemy. However, Anthony has proven he is far more valuable as an asset. I have no problem admitting I like Anthony and I like our alliance. Anthony is more than just an ally, he is someone I’m going to be sharing the rest of my life with as well as Violetta. Anthony and I might not have sexual relationships due to us both being straight, but we connect on a social and emotional level. The three of us have come together to form our own love alliance so to speak, and it’s going to shake the underworld a bit. That’s okay I’m all about making jaws drop for the righ

Sienna said slowly, turning the thought over, testing its edges, “then this marriage isn’t just a contract that happened to save my company. It’s exactly what someone wanted to happen. Or exactly what they never expected.” Nathaniel’s eyes came up to hers, sharp now, alert in a way she hadn’t seen since the lawyer’s office, the calculating focus of a man who’d just found a variable he hadn’t accounted for. “Or,” he said, “it’s the one thing they didn’t plan for.”

I groaned, “Look, I think laying out some ground rules would be helpful. We haven’t gotten into any specifics of this arrangement, but before we proceed with the marriage, I think we have to.” “By all means,” Caleb said, gesturing for me to continue. “What do you want?” ”As a part of our contracted marriage, we should both be free to pursue our own love lives, since this is a political arrangement. As such, I won’t interfere with your lovers and you won’t interfere with mine.” “If that’s what you want,” Caleb said graciously. “It is, it’s what is best for both of us,” I said firmly. “But, if we can abide by those rules, I’ll move in with you. You’re right, I can’t stay here. I might as well

I finally said, my voice sounding like a judge’s gavel sealing a fate. Maia looked up, a mixture of tragic hope and terror in her red eyes. But I cut her off before she could utter a word. “I accept the marriage, Maia,” I continued, standing up and walking toward her, stopping close enough for her to feel the cold emanating from me. “But let’s make something obvious here, before your father and mine. Do not deceive yourself with romantic illusions. I do not love you. I never will. This union is a business deal, a contract signed with the blood of ambition. You will be my wife to the world; you’ll have the status and protection of my name, but expect nothing more than a gold band and a seat b

“Unless of course you’d rather marry another, or take some time to try and find your true mate. I’ll provide for you either way, and I don’t want to tie you to a union that won’t make you happy, I just want you to be safe.” “No!” She exclaims without hesitation. “I want to marry you, Bastien.” She professes, “I always have, I just feel… well, I know you don’t love me that way.” Dropping my head so she can’t see my frown, I recall all the stories I’ve heard from generations past, when marriage was a legal and financial arrangement and fated mates were considered frivolous fantasies. “Lots of great marriages have started out being arranged between friends, or people who barely know each other.