The Alpha's Enemy Mate

the sharp, metallic tang of unsheathed steel. Above us, the moon was a sliver of bone against a bruised purple sky, ca

istic of the Silverstream bloodline, whipped around my face in the biting wind. Ten paces ahead of me stood my father, Alpha Silas. His silver hair caught the moonlight as he stood with t

were barely a thread in the wind, swa

al iron. He did not turn around. "A century of blood is not washed away in a single

h not in the way my father intended. I was not here to be a diplomat. I was the fail-safe. I had been conditioned

uettes detached themselves from the darkness. One by one, they stepped into the moonlight. These we

made the very oxygen in the air

g, falling over his brow in sharp contrast to the predatory gold of his eyes. He was dressed in a tailored black overcoat that looked out of place in th

lian's gold eyes scanned our line. When they lande

y veins like liquid fire. My wolf, Selene, let out a soul-shaking howl

a

o the leather of my hilts until my knuckles turned white. He was the

yet the presence he projected was deafening. He stopped at the center, t

It was cedarwood, bitter dark chocolate, and the crisp, biting scent of winter spice. It w

ing, amber flecked with obsidian. A jagged scar ran along his jawli

onizing confusion and raw, primal hunger that was currently tearing my soul ap

were a private frequency, a low growl that

f chocolate and cedar growing stronger. "And you must be t

d over his lips. "I would like

pared to Killian's massive frame. "The Council of Elders has made its decree. To ensure our race surviv

d as cold as the frost on the bridge. "Father, wha

, Lyra," Silas said

er, Alpha Valerius, who had emerged from the shadows. The two Alphas stoo

like a death knell. "By the next full moon, the heirs of the two greatest packs

im to roar in protest. Instead, his gaze dropped to my mouth. The gold in his pupils f

ritorial rumble, "that I will not have to worry about y

er whistled through the air in a blur o

The contact sent a massive surge of electricity through us both. He twisted my

r. His breath was hot and smelled of min

or's

the story of Lyra and Killian with you. This is a tale of ancient

has his hands full! What would you do if you were in Lyra's shoes? Wo

d who you are rooting for. I will be replying to my f