Romans & histoires The Alphas Allure Married To My Enemy

The ring of the alarm clock jolts me out of sleep. I groan, groping at the nightstand. Except this isn't my nightstand, and what's ringing isn't the alarm clock. I realize then where I am, and what happened yesterday. I should be on my honeymoon, but I'm in the room of the Alpha of the enemy pack, Levi Grant, whom I've married. Memories of last night begin to swirl around in my head. Memories of Levi's hands roaming my body, as his lips and mine joined.

Seeing her like this awakened a more primal part of me—a part that wanted nothing more than to devour her whole. Goddess, I lived for this. “Grind on me.” Her eyes widened slightly at my order. But she knew I wouldn’t be repeating myself. Slowly, she moved her waist, grinding against my cock that was screaming to be set free. But I had to control myself. I needed to remember my goal. The men here knew. They all knew this was Ragnar’s wife—his ex-wife now. And yet, none of them dared to question this. Because there was nothing more graceful, more poetic in its violence, than the image of an Alpha’s wife being ravished by his enemy—by me.

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.”

Then, to make matters worse, one of the Alphas turned his attention to me. "You're a lucky man, Cage," he said, raising his glass in my direction. "A woman like Berrilyl by your side? You've truly got it all." I stiffened, forcing myself to meet his gaze without flinching. His words weren't a compliment; they were a statement of possession, a reminder that in their eyes, I was nothing more than a trophy for Cage to claim. "Indeed," said another Alpha, smirking. "And now the whole world knows it, too. The announcement of your marriage, it's everywhere. A match made in heaven, they say.

I roared, saying sharply, "I don't want to see you now in front of me; go to your room." She replied angrily, "Don't forget Alpha; I am your wife and the legitimate luna of the pack. I will never betray you, and I will never mess with a man other than you, unlike her." She dropped her bomb and walked away. The next moment I was right behind her, twisting her right arm behind her back, approaching her ear, and speaking in a threatening tone, "I'll cut your throat, Hela, if you say this again; save your tongue; and I don't want to hear this again; don't forget she's my mate."

I turn to the others again and trail off. They hold their breaths, their eyes fixed on me. It’s as if the wheels are turning in their heads as they hope that Aleister is not the one. I continue. “ Aleister is my fated mate. ” Amelia yelps dramatically and places her palm over her mouth to suppress further sounds of surprise. With a frown, Tyson stares at me and King Striker appears pissed off as he glares at Dustin. Nora, however, looks comical with her parted lips and twitching brows. “ are you serious? ”

But each time, I found myself in her bed, in her arms, losing pieces of myself to the feel of her skin, the way she said my name like a damn prayer when I made love to her. She should have known better. She should have known what I was. I wasn’t her mate or her lover. I was Alpha of Rael of Crimson Moon Pack. My life was forged in power, not love. I didn’t have room for it. So I did what I was supposed to do. I married Liora two weeks after the ceremony. The pack applauded her, with her father pledging his strongest warriors, his wealth and his allegiance to us. I stood beside her at the altar, folding her hand in mine, smiling like I has already won.

Could it be jealousy? As if I was not irritated enough, he had to take her hand, acting all sweet and romantic, looking at her like she was the only person in the room. While Raine blushed. I wanted to growl, but I was biting the insides of my mouth hard, clenching my fists tightly. "Oh, pardon my manners, Lady Lorraine. I am Alpha Theodore Matthews. Alpha of the Ironfang pack." Raine gave him one of those her perfectly practiced charming smiles. One meant to light up a room. "It's my pleasure, Alpha."

“You see, I still hate myself for this, and it hurts to repeat or even tell you, but I think it's time you know." “After you were rejected, I made a deal with the alpha of the enemy pack. I promised to give you to him as his bride if he erased your memories of Ivan. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the man I thought he was." She paused, inhaling deeply before continuing. "When he found out you were Ivan's mate, he was enraged. He tortured you, day after day, doing unspeakable things to you. I had no choice but to find a way to get you away from him."

"Go somewhere else Alpha.” I leave. I had just returned about fifteen minutes later when Maren walked out of the chamber with her bag of medicine on her shoulders. She raises her head up at me without flinching. Thirty years of dealing with alphas had cured her of being impressed by them. "She will live. I release the breath I did not realize I was holding. "How bad?"