The Alphas 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.

My body stiffens as that realization settles in. I am laying on a bed, wrapped up in the Alpha’s arms. This is highly inappropriate, even if I am his mate. He is the Alpha of this pack and I am still a married woman. But despite the inappropriateness of the situation, I find myself snuggling in closer to the warmth that radiates off of his body.

Thea said. “It's not like they'll ever know it was us so stay calm and just get our warriors ready." “There's something else Alpha." “What again?" “Nightshade's Alpha married Camila Greer of Black Moon." “He what?" I asked. "Yes, Alpha Claus is married to Camilla," Thea said, and I knew this was not a normal circumstance. "That does not sound good; please keep the combat area lively. Anything bad is to be expected from that marriage. You know Black Moon has always wanted our gold.”

“I think you do.” “I know we are getting married soon,” she spat. “But that doesn't mean that you own me.” “No one is talking about that,” he shouted back. She crossed her arms, her jaw tightened. “I’m your Alpha. You don’t question me.” “And I’m your Beta,” he retorted. “The man you were supposed to marry. The man who stood beside you. You don’t get to treat me like a soldier when I’m the one who’s been here from the start.”

She flinches, a look of hurt crossing her delicate features. I don’t need to look at his eyes before I can see the fury radiating from them, deep dark crimson red, his jaw is clenched in anger, his wolf clawing at the base. This is the Alpha Enrique the rumors talk about, the dark broody one not the one who ever smiles, because since all the days that I have been here, this man has never smiled at me, not once. Is this what marriage is like? Scary and lonely? “Please, Enrique. Do this for me.” Her eyes are misty, heartbreak wrenches in her voice, what is their relationship together?

The two signatures collided in the air like storm fronts trying to occupy the same sky. Alistair whispered, voice rough: “Gods… they’re too close.” Rian swallowed hard. Even his disciplined team shifted uneasily—the air itself pressing on their lungs. An alpha in rut was dangerous. Unpredictable. Territorial. Two alphas? In close proximity? Underground? Injured? Especially when the other trapped alpha was Damian Vitale. That was a recipe for a bloodbath. A recipe for war. Or tragedy. Or both. The chamber tightened around them—every soldier feeling instinct flare at the edges of reason.

I tell him but I don't tell him that the conversation was kind of cut short when I told my father that I was in love with the enemy. “So he explained to you how an Alpha makes his mark?” He asked me. “Yeah, he said that usually it's during wars, but we don't have any of that happening right now, so he said the other way is by taking down a really powerful but evil Alpha and then also by marrying into a powerful family.” I tell him. “That is correct. Now I take it you already know that he told me to arrange the marriage between Maya and Jack?” He asked me. “Yes, he did, but did he also tell you that we were going to wait two more years?” I asked him.

“Is this true?” I met his gaze as I forced my face to remain calm. “It is true that I am close with the Alpha,” I said carefully. “But I am also close with his Beta, Andre, and his head warrior, Lucas. We have a long history. And as you said earlier, I have a mate. My loyalty and my bond are with Andre.” Alpha Kael nodded slowly, as a master manipulator looking for how to pounce next. “That is precisely why this is so very uncomfortable. The lines appear….uncertain.”

When I finally focused, I saw Alpha Damon—his face cold, his eyes menacing. I shuddered. “You truly are a bringer of doom,” Alpha Damon said icily. “My warriors have never suffered such defeat—not until I married you.” I let out a bitter laugh, then curled my lips into an evil smile. “Then divorce me.” He shoved me hard. My body slammed against the bed, and the pain from the impact made my head spin. Then I heard him sneer. “I have always wondered why those envoys were so interested in you when you are not even beautiful and are utterly disgusting…”

Conversation paused for half a heartbeat when we entered, eyes flicking to us—curious, assessing, some friendly, some guarded. Kaden’s hand rested lightly on my lower back, guiding me toward two empty seats near the center. He didn’t hover, didn’t make a show of it—just steady presence. I appreciated that more than I wanted to admit. “Morning, everyone,” he said easily, voice carrying without effort. “This is Arelia. My wife. Your beta.” A chorus of greetings rolled back—some warm “welcome”s, a few nods, a couple of younger wolves grinning wide. I managed a small smile, the mask slipping into place automatically. Sit. Nod. Don’t draw attention.