Political Marriage With A Friendly Enemy Novels & Stories

The sound surprised both of us. Lately it felt easier to laugh around him. Easier to relax. Dangerously easy. Damian leaned back. “You know what’s strange?” “What?” “This marriage.” I froze. His eyes met mine. “When I proposed it, I expected six miserable months.” “And now?” A slow smile appeared. “Now I don’t hate coming home.” My heart skipped. I looked away first. The city lights reflected through the windows. Beautiful. Dangerous. Just like this situation. “You make that sound romantic.”

“It involved me and his daughter.” My eyebrows shot up into my hairline. That was not what I expected him to say. “What do you mean, it involved you and his daughter?” “He wanted us to form an alliance with our packs by having Nicole and I take each other as mates.” “Mates?” I repeated. That word again. The one I kept hearing. “Basically, we’d unite the packs through marriage. Still separate packs, but tied together by the mating alliance.” “Like a contract marriage. Or a political marriage. Like what rich people or royal people or other cultures do?” I asked, and he nodded. “So, what did you say after you heard this proposal?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest and my stomach boiling.

I said to her, and she goes towards alpha Marco's direction and glared at her. Lucy is not happy with all this, and she will give hard time to Marco who is looking at her roaring mate with a happy expression. Now I am out of their life because I get what I want, and alpha Marco is out of my dictionary from now on. "The matter between us is close and there will be harmony between our territories," I said to him in a stern voice, and he agreed. We take a vow that we will bite come in each other way and if anyone tries to break the code, then war will be necessary which none of us want.

Ahmed asked. “We’re fine,” Amelia replied briefly, busy unwrapping the cutlery for her father. “And your marriage? Is everything going well? Does your husband treat you right?” Amelia paused, looking up and smiling at her father. “Everything is fine. Ethan treats me very well.” “Are you sure?” Ahmed asked, his gaze steady as he tried to read her expression. Ahmed had initially disapproved of Amelia’s decision to marry a man who already had a wife. He had been concerned about the challenges his daughter might face. However, after many reassurances, Ahmed had reluctantly given his blessing.

Was she ever truly my friend? Lucas’s offer sank in and my eyes widened to the size of saucers. “Where is this coming from? Why would you ask me to marry you from nowhere? There’s no love between us and we used to be good friends–” “Who said good friends can’t get married? The best marriage is between friends, in case you don’t know, Soph,” Lucas cut me off. Soph. I hadn’t heard that name in a long time. “It’s only a nominal marriage, Soph. Don’t think too deep into it. My offer is simple, I will help you take your revenge and you will help me by being the spouse that my father wants me to have so much. It’s a win-win.”

“Even if it is only for a short time. See it as a favour from a friend. Not like you haven't done plenty of those for me in our time here. I'm just returning the many favours I owe you. And, while doing that, you gain your title. Then you can make the changes you need to rules within your pack so you are free to live as you please, and we end things.” I could almost see the cogs turning within his brain as his eyes flickered with a realisation of what it is I am suggesting. I think what I had suggested may work. If his family believed he was marked and mated they were never going to continue a marriage search. He could not have an arranged marriage whilst mated to another. We could make them

‍ “‍Here it comes.” The c​ouncilors exchanged looks, s‌o‌me rel‍uctan‍t, othe​rs a⁠l​most eager. Mareth straightene‌d his ro⁠bes,‌ p‍lacing both⁠ hands‌ on⁠ the table as though g⁠roundin​g himself for what he wa‌s ab​ou‌t to say. “A political mar⁠riage,” he said plainly. “A bi​nding alliance. It is the fastest way to signal strength an⁠d un​ity.”

Now that I'm so close to getting what I want, I hold myself back, letting the anger I feel subside. I do as I’m told. I agreed to marry a random woman. I don’t know what her name is or what she looks like. I don’t really care. Marrying her is merely a political move, supported even by my close allies. They tell me it’s beneficial to my own cause—that having one of the strongest packs on the continent by my side will aid me in the distant future. I choose to believe them because they showed their loyalty to my father even when he passed away—while the other bastards revealed their true nature.

Even after Rohan’s father passed away, the enmity was passed down to him. For as long as I could remember, even in the ten years before I left, he’d been nothing but an enemy, our family’s enemy. War broke out whenever their packs met. Now Father wanted me to marry him? “You’ll make him fall in love with you,” Father said.“Then destroy him. Break him so completely that his pack falls to its knees. That will be your redemption.” I gaped at him. “Marriage? To an enemy Alpha?” He laughed coldly. “You can’t do it, can you? Still that weak little girl begging for love?”

You've never once loved anyone but yourself! I didn't bother pulling my punches. "Mr. Clark, Gideon and I received our marriage certificate from the state three days ago. We are now a legally married couple. So, if you have nothing else to say, please leave." I couldn't resist adding a snide remark, "You should go to Sophia if you're going to throw a hissy fit. After all, you two had registered your marriage and are a lawfully wedded couple." "No! I don't have a wife! Not anymore!" William shouted in desperation.