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He asked, cracking his knuckles. Silence filled the room as we all stared at the men in awe. "Alpha Max? He is my mate? You made me go to him and I had sex with him?" I asked my wolf, my tone high-pitched, but she didn't respond, and I became teary again. How could she do this to me? With Alpha Max of all people? The man is popularly known as the terrorist Alpha, the ruthless and mateless Alpha due to his unending love for bloodshed and hatred for women. Rumor says he even kills women who seduced him.

As much as I tried to fight against it, I find myself falling deeper and farther into his masculine arms. Can I stop my legs from wobbling at the charm of his crystal blue eyes? No! Can I fight against the currents that run between my legs at the sound of his rich baritone? No! Can I pluck out own eyes to break the enchantment of his beautiful smile? Another big fat NO! The affection I nursed for my enemy Alpha was a forbidden affair, but it felt so wrong and so right at the same time. A moment ago, I had my chance to claw out his throat. My fingers lost their strength, and I lost my senses to the pillows of his chest.

My men have already been informed of the situation and will help me to not fall prey to any scheme the niece of the damned Alpha of the west may have. As I get ready, I feel as if I am dressing for a funeral and not a wedding. It feels like a funeral to me. Alpha Wayne is trying to trap me into this never-ending alliance by using my promiscuity against me. He said it himself. “What’s wrong with adding one more woman to your harem?”

"We left her in a disaster. Oh, how I wish we could take her to—’ Her hold on my body tightens. Mommy is in hysteria. Si-Hyuk? My mother’s fling? Sugar Daddy? I squirt at the muscular species beside me. Pale white like sugar crystal, not a lousy mother! Not bad. ‘You are right about that part.’ I scratch the back of my head. ‘Disaster it was. It is in fact…I am sleeping around with this Alpha, you know. Well…not literally. Well sort of! He is my enemy who killed my husband but he seems like a nice lad in person. A suffering soul or something…ah, how have you been?’ I bicker about feeling confused, overwhelmed, and weepy.

Friends are people who can be used against you. "Eat something," Maren says, nodding at the tray. "The Alpha's welcome dinner is in two hours and you'll want something in your stomach before you sit across a table from Soren Dusk on an empty one." I reach for the bread. "Is he that bad?" "He's not bad. He's just…" she pause, "a lot. He has this way of looking at you like he's already read the last page of you and found it unsatisfying," She pauses again, "You'll be fine though. You have the face."

I need this fake marriage to work so I can get my title. Maybe that's the problem. I'm so distracted by Asher that I've let it get in the way of why I'm truly here. To become Alpha. I need to push my feelings for him aside until we both get what we want out of this agreement, otherwise things will get messy. "You have a point," I mumble, "I'll go find him when the movie is finished." Amaris smiles and turns the volume back up. We sit in silence as we watch the couple on screen have a picnic date in the park.

was no longer hiding. The Alpha had his divorce. But the enemy was giving me a war.

I needed to see her as soon as possible, I might lose my mind if I didn't. I got to the chamber of the youngest wife of the Alpha, she was a handful, had a whole lot to say, like she had been waiting for the opportunity to speak, wasn't cautious with her words like the others and I could guess she was a major problem for the Alpha. She didn't hide the fact that she wasn't friends with my mum. According to her, they were sworn enemies, but she still hadn't recovered from the loss. Unlike the previous before her who would have attempted rape if I didn't come with Dave, this was calmer, less interest or probably had a way of holding back in. The other women were drooling over me, I could clearl

I say gently, trying to grab his attention. “Hey,” His voice is deep with an Italian accent, he’s a middle aged man with part graying hair and dark eyes, his eyes scan me over, a deep furrow in his brows. “I know you, you are the queen of our Alpha, my wife and I saw you on the TV the other day, you are quite beautiful, miss. So what can I do for you?” I look around, hoping no one is around to hear our conversation. Married to Alpha Enrique means that my life is no longer private, every single thing I do is being monitored.

I want to sound harsher but all I can do is gasp as his teeth nibble on his mark over my neck. Suddenly, it dawns upon me. He is burning up. He is… My eyes widen. I try to struggle but find my arms too weak. His teeth lower to my shoulder, then my collarbone. Our breaths mingle, warming my insides. The desperation in his touch, in the intense way his hand slowly sneaks down my waist and drops to my thigh, steals all my rational thoughts. I marked Aleister. Mating comes after that. He is inevitably in heat because we didn’t mate.