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Mated To An Enemy

“Duty before heart,” Ashleigh replied firmly. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means I will do my job. But Caleb is just my duty, you are my heart.” *** Two men, two distinct feelings of attraction and trust. Ashleigh struggles to understand the feelings in her heart. Torn between the man she has loved for the past two years and the cold Alpha of an enemy pack, can Ashleigh figure out which of these men she truly wants to be mated to? Does she really have a choice? She is the daughter of Alpha Wyatt of Winter, the largest of the four Werewolf Packs. For two years she has eagerly awaited her eighteenth birthday so she can finally be married and mated to her love, Granger. But just before that magical day she runs into a significant problem: she finds herself bonded to another wolf. Her fated bond happens to be Alpha Caleb of Summer, the man whose father was supposedly murdered by one of her own. As if that wasn’t enough, every pack is suddenly reporting attacks from rogue wolves. Now Ashleigh is faced not only with a war in her heart, but one in real life. Will they be able to work together, putting aside all their heart ache and pain to keep their packs safe from the enemy that threatens them all? Or will this love eventually become their downfall? **Note from the author** 1. This is a slow burn for FL and ML 2. Trigger warnings all around. Abuse, trauma, gaslighting and manipulation. These themes are present all throughout the book in different ways. 3. This book is not just about the FL and ML, the cast of characters and side characters are full of rich backstories and their own chapters that play into the central plot of the story. 4. FL is young, she is flawed and she WILL piss you off. We all need time and experience to grow up. Join my discord server:

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To Say Goodbye

A sudden cry shook Alice’s thoughts. The boy had fallen to the ground and now sat crying. Alice reached for the door but stopped herself.

The man rushed to the boy, checking for injuries and holding him close, but the boy was upset. He continued to cry in the man’s arms. The man lifted him up and carried him to the porch, they sat down on the steps, and the man rocked the boy in his arms. He patted his back gently and sang to him.

Alice gasped as she heard the familiar tune.

A memory of a woman with tight brown curls and caramel skin. She sat on a green couch, holding a baby in her arms. His chubby cheeks and giggling smile. Alice sat on the floor, staring at the baby in her mother’s arms. She smiled as he giggled each time her mother tickled his toes. Her mother smiled, a warm and happy smile, as she sang to him.

The same song that Alice heard now from the man holding the boy.