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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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The Right Choice

As Myka and the children worked together to pack up the camp and prepare for the long hike up the mountain, Ashleigh was gathering her own supplies when she heard a voice whisper through her memory.

‘Remember to leave me a gift of bread and salt from time to time to show your appreciation.’

She looked down into her pack. Then, she pulled out a piece of bread wrapped in a napkin she had saved to eat later.

“Myka,” she called.

“Yes?”

“Do you have any salt?”

Myka furrowed his brow and tilted his head. But he pulled the pack off his back and rummaged through it until he found a small tin.

“Of course,” he said, handing it to her. “Hard to make a good stew without some salt.”

Ashleigh took the tin with a nod of thanks. She looked around, unsure of what she was looking for, until her eyes landed on an old tree. The roots had grown out of the ground around the base of the tree in such a way that it appeared as though there was a small entryway.

It seemed fitting.