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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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Bell and Galen

A snowy forest path lit up by golden lanterns carved with symbols of the moon and the stars. Fairy lights hung over the trees' lower branches, and a stone trail led to a natural archway in the trees.

Walking through the archway, more fairy lights and lanterns lit the way, while an aisle made of potted white cherry blossoms in full bloom and a simple white runner led to the altar.

A stone platform in the center of a natural grove where the moonlight shone brightest. Unlike the Grove of Remembrance, this place was not entirely sealed off and silent. There was always sound here, the sound of running water.

Lily’s Rest was a magical place for the wolves of Winter. A stream of water that never froze, even in the harshest blizzards. The small rapids were surrounded by mushrooms and lilies of the valley, the flower of every bride in Winter.