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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 Story Was Wrong

Their swords crashed together, and the sound of the rubbing of the metal rang in her ears.

“Argh!” he growled as he pulled away from her. His angry eyes filled with rage and darkness.

His chest heaved with effort as he took deep, furious breaths.

“Please…” she whispered. Then, still holding her sword in front of her. “Please, fight this! Come back to me!”

The man charged at her with another growl and a roar. Their swords clashed, and they fought back and forth.

He was a tall, thin man. His hair was a soft yellow, like the early morning light. His face was clean-shaven and young.

He wore leather armor, while she wore a long blue dress with a matching cloak. Her own honey-colored hair was pulled back in a mess of braids and knots.

He charged at her once more, and this time when she blocked him, she knocked the sword from his hand and kicked hard in the chest. He fell back into the snow.

She pointed her blade at his throat, and angry tears streamed down her cheeks.