The Alpha's Allure: Married To My Enemy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Astrid Lancetii is known as a multi billionaire CEO in London. As a vampire who saw her mother destroyed by a blood-bond, Astrid’s life is governed by one rule: Never depend on a single source. She keeps her hunger satisfied through casual, fleeting encounters, ensuring no one ever gets close enough to own her. Until she picks the wrong man for a snack. William Winchester isn’t just another high-society playboy. He is the Alpha of the disgraced Winchester Pack, a man who has spent years in the shadows planning to reclaim the legacy Astrid’s father stole from him. After a night of calculated passion, William reveals his trap: a high-definition recording of Astrid’s true nature. With the

I pouted angrily to Rae and she chuckled in response. "It looks like our little interaction with our knight in shining armor has set off a little bit of jealous rage." she grinned as I sighed in exasperation. "Is it always going to be like this? Every time a man so much as breathes in my direction is he going to be throwing his toys out of the pram and getting obnoxiously possessive?" "I mean…I wouldn't say obnoxiously possessive. But it is pretty standard for how Alpha's are with their mates. They are territorial by nature over things that they consider theirs and…well..we are his." Rae shrugged casually.

Why make me survive only to suffer more? Why force me through this hell? The Alpha spoke, his voice like steel. “You reap what you sow.” I almost laughed in his face. But no laughter came. Just a few pitiful tears I hadn’t asked for, and a cold, bitter snicker. “What did I sow?” I asked, my voice breaking into something sharp and feral. “Tell me, Alpha, what did a wolfless, weak woman like me ever sow?” “I didn’t choose to marry Hector! I didn’t choose to be tied to that sick, twisted bastard! I didn’t choose to be born a Rosetti, cursed with a name drenched in blood! I didn’t choose to kill your Beta!”

she added, elated. “Congratulations, Nyx and Alpha Mikhail.” Maridelle beamed a smile. “Thank you, Mari,” Alpha Mikhail responded while reciprocating her smile. Marriage nor a romantic bond with his enemy’s twin will never be his desire, but he continued pretending. He can feel the triumph of lurking them into his trap, realizing itself. “Oh, I just finished my wine.” Maridelle glanced at the empty glass. “This tastes so good,” she complimented. “I want more of this.”

“Listen to me. This isn't about me, it's about you. I need you to come with me.” My words were the trigger. Katherine dropped the knife and pushed me back hard. “No! I won't leave the people who were there for me. Besides, you and I have no relationship. I don't have to listen to you!” Hearing that, a wave of possessive anger washed over me. My wolf, wounded by rejection, took control. A thunderous roar escaped my lips, making the shelves in the storeroom vibrate. “Damn it, Katherine! I am your Alpha and your mate! I command you to come with me now!” I shouted, fury emanating from every pore.

“Because I won’t let you. Not ever. You’re mine. Always mine.” Hours passed like a fevered dream. The world outside the quarters ceased to exist. They were consumed entirely by the bond, by raw, untamed need, by the feral, desperate possession that flowed between them. Breathless, sweat-slicked, hearts hammering, their bodies intertwined, they left marks, bruises, and proof of ownership on each other — golden scratches on her skin, lips stained from desperate kisses, a wolf’s growl echoing through the night. Between primal hunger and possessive claiming, they whispered promises, moaned their desperation, and gave themselves over completely. No tenderness existed tonight — only fire, teeth, c

My friends now, my family now. This all started with me being rejected by my best friend and future Alpha. And now I was married to my best friend and Alpha. ***** THE END *****

He then froze and then placed his straw into his water. “Is there a reason you run your pack the way you do?” I looked up at him, confused, and asked what he’d meant. “Like, at any second, you aren’t going to be alpha anymore.” With this, he looked up at me, his blue eyes staring into mine. I hated them. They always stripped me naked emotionally and I found it difficult to hide when he looked at me like that. “I am the first female alpha. I go against every tradition. I am not married; I have not had children nor been mated yet. I am a woman. It’s difficult getting people to respect me, so I prefer to let them fear me.” I said.

I said, finally realizing where he was going, but from the silence in the room, many others wordlessly agreed to this. “I know it feels like betraying a friend—a brother even. But I have no doubt you'd take good care of the Luna when she becomes your wife.” Anger blazed in my chest. “She is married!” I snapped. “And there’s a chance her husband is dead,” he continued calmly like he wasn’t suggesting I married my own Alpha’s wife. “While she is a fine woman to behold, I know men have tastes. But…” he paused, seemingly slightly hesitant, “Alphas employed cohorts. Your marriage to the Luna is to secure your position as Alpha.”

She didn’t just say no to me; she would not dare defy me as her alpha. “I don’t know why the hell you’re doing this, but I refuse to be used as a pawn in your fucking war!” She growled, slamming the paper on the table. “Yes, you will. Or help me, Goddess.” “Or what? What’s the plan here, Orion? Force me to marry some alpha, then what? Find her?” She asked me, her eyes roaming around my face. “It’s been a fucking year since she left. We’re not going to suffer the consequences of your—”