The Alpha's Allure: Married To My Enemy Novels & Stories

Trying to make me squirm over a mate that had never been, and would never be, hers. It had worked on me too many times before. But it wouldn’t work on me now. Not when I still felt Dominic’s pulse thudding in tandem with my own, not when I felt his love and devotion and a million other emotions flowing through our new bond. “I want to tell you a story,” I said, taking a step forward. Vivian’s eyes slid to me. “There was a woman who married an Alpha,” I said. “The marriage was arranged, and it was cold, and for years she drifted around a house that never once felt like hers. And then one day, she took a blade in her back.”

My gaze darted back to present, and I had almost made it past another crowd when someone intercepted me. It was an alpha , and I could tell by the aura that oozed from him. He was broad shouldered, with a scar running down the length of his cheek. His presence radiated power, but his gaze burned with contempt, a combination I'd known to be deadly, especially to me. “Well, well,” he drawled loudly, his voice carrying over the hum of music. “If it isn’t the little bride who couldn’t keep her promises.” The nearby guests stilled, turning like moths toward flame. M

A protest. She was too stunned to speak, seeing how he could change so drastically. Where was the scary Alpha that made everyone run away, brutally attacking the groom to get his wife back. All she saw now was a tame looking wolf staring at her with a gaze as if he wanted a head-pat. Like a pet craving its owner's attention.

She didn’t even apologize for making me wait, but she didn’t seem very haughty either, rather she seemed attentive to everything around us, as if she was memorizing every corner of the space we were in. “Take a seat, you will have time later to tour the entire mansion. It’s your home from now on.” She looked at me, her green eyes rested on me and her expression continued, it was obvious that she didn’t want to be there and that she surely hated me. But that didn’t matter to me, she was already my wife and she had to submit to my wishes, Rossi had to be my submissive, because I was never going to stop being an alpha male. She did as I asked, while one of the servants arranged a chair for my s

he murmured, still refusing to meet my gaze. I see he has developed a dislike and a fear for me now. The admiration was gone from his eyes. I can’t blame him. He was scared to marry a woman who wouldn't hesitate to kill her husband with poison anytime. “What did you say, Alpha? I can’t hear you clearly. Please say it again,” I said, demanding him to say the words louder. He looked me in the eyes and said, “No offense meant. You are a savage woman but for a good reason.”

I felt the surge of my own wolf's energy—not the aggressive power of an Alpha, but the fierce, protective power of a mother. I twisted her arm just enough to make her gasp, pulling her face close to mine. "Don't you ever try that again," I whispered, my eyes boring into hers. Maria’s eyes widened. She had never seen this side of me. No one had. "I have been patient with you, Maria. I have been kind because you are Ricardo’s sister. But that kindness is gone. If you want to destroy your own marriage, go ahead. But if you touch mine, or if you ever speak of my child as a 'trade' again, I will show you exactly why I am the wife of an Alpha."

"Called your man, sweetheart? Did he answer?" Three of them now. One at the far end of the block. Two closer in. They had spread out in the minute it had taken me to dial. "I know what I look like to you," I said, because my throat still wanted to work and I had to use it for something. "I am the wife of an Alpha. Touch me and he will bury you in a hole you cannot climb out of." "Your man," said the one at my left, "is not coming."

But he turned to the goon with the slowest, meanest smirk I had ever seen on his face. "Yeah," he said. “She is bothering the shit out of me. This old hag keeps following me around. I don’t even know who the fuck she is.” My jaw went slack. The air was punched out of me. He wasn’t finished. "And she is the wife of the enemy,” he added, casual, like he was commenting on the weather. I blinked, confusion cutting through the hurt. What the hell is he— "She is married to that Alpha you all hate,” Jacob went on, louder now, playing it up. “The one rotting in the dungeons. What’s his name again? Oh, right. Dominic.”

“The Alpha wants to marry you. But it’s not going to happen. We’ll make sure he never gets the chance to follow through with that plan.” I swallowed hard as he pointed a finger inches from my face. His expression wasn’t just angry—it was disgusted. “The Alpha is blinded by the idea that you’re the Aristea he’s been looking for. But we know you’re not. And we will do whatever it takes to make him see that he’s making a huge mistake.” My heart pounded so hard it almost hurt. “You’re still mated to our enemy’s Alpha,” he continued. “And that same enemy attacked us. Do you really think you can just walk away from that and be welcomed here?”

I hadn't processed that and he had to drop the next bombshell. After listening to him speak, first I felt range sipping in through my veins, ripping my skin off, I'd clenched my fist, thinking of how well to punch his guts. He'd gotten married to me knowing all these things, knowing how dangerous he was. Now I understood why he'd come down to my level, only in Black pine reach has something like this ever happened, the Alpha getting married to an Omega, it was like searching for a needle and not just searching for a needle but finding it in a haystack at first try.