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

I shrugged, at a loss for how to answer her probing questions. "I don't think Alpha Victor acknowledges our marriage. He believes that Alpha Caleb sent me here to spy on him and the Pack. So, he won't treat me like a wife, but he also won't let me leave. I'm caught in this limbo, back to being an Omega," I explained with a bitter scoff, my brows furrowing.

he commanded again, this time with the low growl of Alpha power curling through every syllable. The invisible weight slammed down on Nathan’s shoulders. His body betrayed him—trembling, aching to obey—while his mind screamed defiance. Shaking, he reached for the buttons of his trousers. One by one, they fell away under his fumbling hands. He pushed the fabric down and stepped free, standing nearly bare before his enemy-turned-husband. Damian took his time. His gaze raked Nathan from head to toe, deliberate and unhurried, every inch of his omega laid open under the scrutiny. “Perfect,” he murmured, though the word sounded more like ownership than admiration.

the Alpha said honestly then he wouldn't be able to see herself as anything less she looks that way. was this something that she was supposed to be having with a married man? he was still married to Diana she was sure of that and getting too close to him would not help her in this situation but she couldn't help but admits that her mindset of him has changed he was not just the cruel heartless alpha to her anymore but somebody that was capable of a lot of compassion and kindness even it was inconvenient to him and wouldn't bring him anything because when they will finally go back to the pack.

“I will manage everything even after you support Fynn, just like I am managing everything now… I will make sure that he won't deny what he has already promised, and you can trust me. Because in return I also want a promise from you.” Alpha looked at her with suspicion, but asked; “Promise? What promise do you want from me?” “That no matter what, you will get me married to him after you get everything–” “Deal! But for that I don't want any secrets to stay between us! So now be a good girl and tell me everything in complete detail, about how, where and when you have managed to get supreme Alpha in your hands…! And how he has forgotten everything and is now ready to go against his own brother.

Maybe he really needed to reorganize his priorities because this was too shameful, right? "You came to me just to talk to me about this?" Alpha asked, frowning. He already knew that the marriage was a business deal. He had signed the damn thing himself and was a marriage of convenience. This woman had really got him thinking that his wife had some deep dark secrets and as it turned out, it was all just smoke and no fire. Maybe Beatrice did need to reevaluate herself and get more facts if she wanted him to stay. "We didn't know each other before we got married, Scarlet turned out to have a boyfriend too which is normal," the Alpha said calmly. At this point he hated Beatrice more and more, th

And it wobbled as he unzipped his pants and slammed into me in one swift motion. “Fuck!” The Alpha cursed in a whisper. For the rest of the hour, we consummated our marriage. Our sex was rough yet something with it was fulfilling. I moaned and gripped the bedsheets and held onto his hair as he moved and pounded into me. Not even once that I tossed Beta Homer a glance on that wall, held by Azriel’s guards. And somehow, it made me smile— Because I know and now realize that I married the right Alpha.

My mate vanished into a nightmare I could not breach. And I, the Alpha, a husband, and a warrior could only stand on the other side of the fog and wait to see if the woman I loved would walk out alive… or if the curse of Bianca Weller would swallow her whole.

It is the only way to save Whitemane. I am so sorry, my girl. My hands trembled as I read it again, as if the words might change. They didn’t. I had no memory of an arranged marriage. Nothing. Everyone knew Alpha Damon of the Madfang Pack. The stories about his brutality were what parents used to scare pups into obedience. He took no allies, showed zero mercy, and anyone who crossed his borders never came back. He wasn’t a savior. He was the kind of monster you learned to avoid at all costs.

With his large hand on the small of my back, he led me into the party filled with suits and evening gowns. They stepped out of our way, bowing and raising their drinks to him as we walked to a standing table by the edge of the part where six men and women were standing around it talking and laughing. They saw us and bowed, their eyes shifting to me from time to time. “Alpha,” a woman smiled. She had on heavy makeup, her lashes so long she could fly with them. Her nails curved like they were claws painted in disguise. She gave me a straight look and right at the moment I knew she didn’t like me. She was only tolerating me because of the alpha.

"No, that you are my Alpha..." A smirk crossed my lips as I leaned up and whispered seductively in her ear, "I'm your Alpha." A giggle echoed through her throat, and I felt it rumble through her chest against my own as her hands moved up my shirt, her fingers tracing lightly over my ribs. As she pulled my shirt off my body and then reached for the waist of my shorts, she whispered, "Ummm, say it again." "I'm your Alpha," I repeated, kissing the curve of her shoulder and moving my lips up to her ear, making her shiver and turn her head toward me, giving me access to her neck once more. "I'm yours..."