Bound to the Enemy Alpha

to the En

ab

ldn't

and run for the safety of my pack's territory. But stubbornness had alwa

of snow. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted, but otherwise, the woods were deathly silent. Too silent.

rushed the rough bark, cold biting into my skin. I could almost hear my father's voice in my head, lecturing me about the

without him. And I the Alpha's stubborn daughter

g else. A hint of smoke. Wild, dark. Foreign. My wolf bristled, ears flattening. She was s

spinning around just as a figure stepped into the clea

pitch, longer than most wolves kept theirs, brushing the collar of his leather jacket. He

them storm-gray, flecked with silver when the moonlight hit just

like gravel yet disturbingly smooth.

t slammed against my ribs. "Alpha of the Shadowfangs. I expect

ang. "You're trespassing on my land. Wh

back. "I'm not your gu

e began circling me, boots crunching on the snow. I turned with h

word like fine wine. "What coul

s. "Our lands are dying. The river that feeds my pack's t

of something darker passing t

alf pure while ours rots." My voice cracked, but I didn't ba

ff his body. His scent was everywhere - pine and smoke and somet

t?" he murmured

owed. "

hunder. "Careful, little wolf. Some d

me, all coiled strength and shadows. I hated that my breath caught

ant," I lied. "If it sav

ling deeply. His eyes flared silver when they

, snarling. I gritted my teeth. "I

from my cheek, his fingers lingering. The bond snapped into place with a force that stol

a

into my bones. My wolf whimpered - not fro

ce breaking. "No, this is

ng feral. "Hate is just anoth

skittered across my skin at his touch. "Yo

g yet gentle. "Your father died because he was a fo

eth. "I'd rather die th

"You can try to run, little wolf. But fate do

deep in the forest, a lone wolf howled, its cry echo

ich yet. But I d

and I would rather burn the

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