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Mated to the Enemy

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Jet wasn't meant to be there, and I didn't have a wolf, but when my father comes to take me to Faery, an exiled rogue wolf may be my only hope at seeing home again, but only a fated mate can stop my father from using me to stop the witches from sealing the portals again.

*Werewolves

*Fae

*Fated Mates

*Forced/inescapable isolation bonding between love interests

*Injured and nursed to health trope

*Possessiveness with permission

*Strong Female Lead with abandonment issues (doesn’t trust her feelings)

*Alpha Male Lead with traumatic loss and fear of repeated history

*Strong language

*Adult situations (explicit content)

*18+ (Not suited for youth)

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Chapter 1- Blood Moon
---Danny--- Leaving the Blood Crest pack was difficult. It was like leaving a family, and that sense of belonging deep in your bones being ripped away from your soul. I knew my mom was only doing what was best for me, at least that’s what I had to keep reminding myself when she insisted that I wouldn’t be safe when I turned eighteen if we stayed. So we became rogues. And when I turned eighteen, I understood what she meant… I couldn’t shift. I had no wolf. She left everything she knew for me, because somehow… she knew I wouldn’t have a wolf, and would have been humiliated. My absent father… wasn’t a werewolf. And that’s all she would say about him. “You have that look about you again?” Christy pressed her thumb to the bridge of my nose to rub out the wrinkling of my irritation. Her chestnut hair was braided to the side, and messy, but still she was more put together than I was. “It’s just that it’s that time of year again,” I tried to excuse my scowl, but Christy sobered knowing what I was talking about. My mom always got depressed when there was a blood moon, which happened twice a year. Our pack was called the Blood Crest pack for a reason, the blood moons were sacred to our pack, and my mom missed shifting in celebration. It was also on a blood moon that she met my father, and I think she secretly hoped he’d return to her on one of those nights. Christy didn’t know we were werewolves, but she understood twice a year my mom longed for my father despite him being the asshole that abandoned us. Mom swears that they were fated mates, but he never claimed her. It was near debilitating for most werewolves when their mates rejected them. Even more so when they consummated and then rejected them. Which only made me think my dad was even more of a monster to take advantage of my mom and then ghost her. “I just want to find the asshole and make him feel like s**t for leaving her.” For leaving us, I thought internally. “Don’t even waste your energy on him,” Christy gritted through clenched teeth. Being supportive she wrapped her arm around my shoulders and brushed the red strands that fell from my messy bun out of the way so she didn’t tug on them. I nodded. She was right. He didn’t deserve my anger, or my attention. He was nothing, but for some reason I couldn’t convince myself of that fact. He still haunted me. And a torturous part of me begged to know why I wasn’t good enough for him to stay? It was a known thing that most werewolves preferred having a male heir, was he the same way? “Well, it’s the usual camping trip to cheer her up, if you’re down for it?” I told Christy while giving her a false smile. “Always.” I knew she would be, it didn’t matter that it was in the middle of a work week. “Which campground are we going to this time?” she asked, while shoving her laptop into her bag from the counter. The coffee house was where we worked but, really, she loved the fact that they didn’t care about her writing during slow service windows. I used the time to read about things that were useful. Like how to actually survive in the forest without the ability to rely on a wolf to hunt food. “The usual campgrounds are booked, we’ll have to go up to the cascades.” “Does your mom know?” I pursed my lips and closed my survival book. I was having trouble focusing on what berries were edible anyways. They all looked alike. We came from up north, but that’s all mom said about it, and I was too young to really know much about where our pack came from. “We’re just camping,” I reasoned to myself, but I felt my stomach twist. “Are you sure it’s okay for us to camp here?” I asked my mom who was sniffing the trees to pick a good spot to set up. The chill in the air had Christy shivering despite her puffy, winter jumpsuit that made her look like a marshmallow. “How are either of you not freezing your asses off?” Her teeth clattered as I wrapped my arm around her. Wolves ran hot, even in our human form, which was lucky for me since I didn’t have a wolf. She sank into my embrace and I could sense she was smiling. “If you weren’t sharing your sleeping bag with me I would never come on this insane trips of yours,” she complained playfully. “You’re like a f*****g sauna.” “And you’re an ice cube,” I joked. Her freezing skin wasn’t really a big deal. It was when she took her cold toes and contorted herself to shock my inner thigh that I screamed at her last time we went camping. We’d hike through the woods, eat our pre-made picnic, chat, and hike some more until we found a good spot. The exercise, and the company while in the woods always seemed to cheer mom up, but something was different this time. She seemed… off. “There aren’t any markings here from predators to warn against staying here,” my mom said while clearing away rocks from where she planned on rolling out her bag. She never slept inside the tent I brought with us. I knew why, she’d want to sneak off and wolf out when Christy was asleep. I hoped that would be enough to ease the ache in her heart. I’d heard stories before we left the pack that losing your mate, or being rejected, was the worst kind of pain that some wolves went insane from… turning into the kind of rogues that our pack had to hunt down and kill. I shivered, and it wasn’t from the cold. The moon was bright enough to light the campsite, but I knew Christy would need a fire to be more comfortable. “Let’s go gather some dry wood,” I said, motioning to Christy to join me. My mom needed some space, I could see it in the far away gaze she had as she looked into the forest, and cleared the area for a fire. “Your mom just mentioned predators…” “That there weren’t any,” I added. “No, that they didn’t ‘mark’ this place. That’s different than not having any…” She searched around cautiously. It was dark out, and the tree cover made the light of the moon fade, making the hunt for kindling scary if you couldn’t see as well as I could at night. She wasn’t wrong, but my mom’s wolf would keep us safe. Despite not having a wolf, I was stronger than an average human. “We aren’t going far from camp. We’re just giving mom some space.” Christy nodded, while tucking a piece of her black hair back into her beanie. It didn’t matter that she was dressed like an over-sized fluffy turnip. You couldn’t hide gorgeous, and she was, I thought to myself. I was a little jealous of my best friend from time to time, but that’s because she was so damned nice, and perfect even when she wasn’t. Her heart was so big, and I didn’t deserve her. How many humans would just drop everything and help support my mom and me by going off into the woods when to her it must be freezing. It wasn’t the first blood moon of the year. Yet, all I was wearing was a light wind breaker, and I even had it unzipped to let in a bit of the breeze on my collarbone. She razzed me about how hot I ran, but she didn’t press the issue to ask about some of the strange things about me as we got to know each other. I bent over to get a few more twigs, and then pulled some moss from a low tree branch that was about to break off anyways. Smelling the moss, I sighed. There was something about the smells of the woods that got to me. Not having a wolf didn’t take that joy away from me. Then we both heard the sound of a wolf howling somewhere in the woods, echoing through the trees. My chest clenched within me, but I reassured myself that even if we were near another pack mom wouldn’t have had us camp here if we were in their territory. “See… predators.” Christy moved closer to me, dropping her kindling, she pressed herself against my back. She wasn’t scared, I knew that much. I could sense people’s heightened emotions. I grinned to myself, not sure why she was pretending, other than to make me laugh. “Ooo, scary,” I mocked while dropping my own bundle of kindling and turning to wrap her up into my arms. “I’ll protect you from the wolf that was obviously too far away to do us any harm.” She playfully slapped my arm, before pulling me in closer. “If there’s one there are others,” she complained softly. “Then we better get back to camp then. To be safe.” I laughed at her while giving her a squeeze to release her. Gathering up the kindling once more from the ground I shook my head in amusement. She pouted, and the filtered light of the moon glinted on freshly licked lips. Blinking a few times, I wondered why I was so horny all of a sudden. Then I heard the same wolf howl once more in the distance. I knew he was too far away to be concerned, but I sped up to return to the camp none the less. I paused before we breached the clearing hearing a rustling, and muffled voices ahead. Not one voice… voices. Quickly, I covered Christy’s mouth before she could ask what the hold up was. I shook my head at her, hoping she could see my concern while I motioned for her to stay put and crouch in the bushes. Being quiet was always a talent of mine. My mom would always complain about how I could sneak up on her with even her wolf’s hearing and smell. I wasn’t completely useless, but if she was in trouble it was best that the other person she was with didn’t know I was there. When I crept up on them, I could see she was with someone tall, and his shadow was large. He stayed in the bushes, crouched down, but that didn’t hide that he was most likely a wolf with how formidable he was without standing up. “You know you can’t be here,” he growled. “Unless…” “No, I’m not returning to the pack,” my mom replied knowing what he was inferring. “Sylvie…” He sounded torn about what he should do. Was he from our old pack? I didn’t recognize him, then again I doubted I’d recognize anyone with how long it’d been. “I’m only here for the blood moon. Danny, she’s thirty now… but she still looks twenty. She won’t be able to stay with the humans for much longer,” she trailed off. Why was she talking about me to a stranger? And what did she mean by not being able to stay with the humans? I was more human than wolf. None of this was making any sense. “You want us to—“ “No,” she stopped him. “Tristen… she doesn’t have a wolf.” “That’s impossible, she’s mine… isn’t she?” My mom shook her head. And I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Some guy named Tristen thought he was my father… but he was okay with never seeing his own daughter, even though I wasn’t actually his. Fists clenched at my side. The bastard. “Sylvie, I thought that’s why you left was to save our daughter from being targeted by the pack for being mine…” He stood now, towering over my mom, and I could see the anger and hurt on his face. He was handsome, and then I noticed he wasn’t wearing anything, thankful that my mom was blocking all of his unmentionables. I cringed, I didn’t want to see a guy naked that once thought I was his daughter. “She isn’t yours. I’m sorry I made you think that. It was the only way to protect her.” “Protect her… there were other wolves that would have been better beards than me. You’ve put a target on her back. My family would never want a pup from me potentially claiming rights in this pack.” “I know, but it gave us a valid excuse for leaving the pack—“ “For leaving me,” he thundered, his voice dangerous and accusatory. Mom turned away as he continued, “f**k’s sake… Sylvie.” He stepped closer to her then, and his aura was so strong I shivered even from ten feet away. He was hurt, but what did I care if he was in pain when he was perfectly fine never searching for me when he thought I was his daughter. My mom flinched, feeling the force of an alpha come off of the male. He was an alpha? But something was off about his command, it was powerful, but held no sway. Was he holding back, or… I didn’t get the chance to think on it more before he grabbed my mom and I jumped from the bushes. Not caring that he was a large, dangerous werewolf and I was just me. I wasn’t thinking. His arms wrapped around her, and a hand snaked up her head pulling her to him. Then his mouth came crashing down onto hers, and I felt shocked and embarrassed that I had thought he would harm her. Not kiss her. I stared at them, no longer hidden. My mom was kissing him back, melting into his touch. I backed away, feeling like I was invading on something much too personal. And wholly unlike myself, I stepped on a dry twig. The sound of it was deafening in my ears as it snapped, causing the man to divert his attention in my direction. My hands went up in surrender. Mom’s toes touched the ground again, breathless, she followed his gaze to mine. She blushed a deep crimson even the darkness of the night couldn’t hide. “Danny?” she said breathlessly. The man was reassessing me now, and his eyes softened, then turned sad. He didn’t release her, keeping my mom wrapped in his arms. And strange enough, though I was concerned for her before I was now grateful that he kept her close so I didn’t have to see more of his body than I already could. “Mom,” I addressed back neutrally, wanting her to explain herself. I lifted a brow, waiting. She cleared her throat. “This is Tristen, the beta of the Blood Crests…” That didn’t seem right, he had alpha energy. “Right,” I drawled, not buying it, she was leaving too much out. She turned her eyes away in guilt. If he wasn’t my father, then who was he to my mom, and who the f**k was my father? I’ve spent all this time feeling bad for my mom for a guy that abandoned us, but maybe that wasn’t the case? She led this guy on to believe I was his daughter and ditched him. For a long pause, I thought about what it would have been like to be raised by this guy, would he have treated me like his own daughter when he saw how different we looked? He’d have found out eventually I wasn’t his. Sensing the growing tension between us, he spoke, “I didn’t abandon you.” What was he, some sort of mind reader? Tristen sniffed the air after he got his fill of my mom’s scent, and frowned. “No wonder she was able to sneak up on us, her scent is like the forest itself.” My mom smiled, her blue eyes crinkling. “She’s easier to find in the city. I remember when she was—“ “Mom!” She was getting off track, about to go down memory lane and tell him about my childhood and s**t. “Not the time,” I tried to tell her, though I could tell she was still thinking about ignoring me and continuing, if only to avoid the uncomfortable conversation about my dad. “She isn’t a wolf,” Tristen added. “How is that possible?” He sniffed the air again, but this time his eyes widened with some form of recognition. “Sylvie…” Mom quickly interjected, “Baby, I think you should know why I brought you camping this far north.” “I should damn hope so,” I agreed. I should know if there was something going on, but more importantly what that had to do with the man that abandoned us. She narrowed her eyes at me, warning me not to be disrespectful. My mouth flattened. There was going to be worse said if she didn’t start answering soon. “You deserve to find happiness,” she began. The way she started things was making me more suspicious by the second. “You may not have a wolf, but the moon goddess has still blessed you. You need to find a mate that will protect you, and I was hoping…” My green eyes widened, and I gaped at her. Was she saying what I think she was saying? This was an attempt to have some wolf sniff me out, throw me over their shoulder and be all, ‘I’m wolf, you are mine now’? “That some wolf wouldn’t know that I was born to a wolf, but failed to have a wolf, and mark me thinking I was human.” My fists clenched at my side, and a tingling sensation rose up my back and deep into my shoulders burning with frustration. This was ridiculous! Was that the reason why she pulled us from the pack? Did she know I wouldn’t have a wolf, and decided the best way to still get her daughter mated was to keep going ‘camping’ on a blood moon to see if any wolf would be tricked into mating with me? Unbelievable. My mom looked hurt as I glared at her. “She’ll have a better chance finding a mate if you bring her closer to the pack house. Not sure how you thought it would succeed when her scent blends so well with her surroundings—“ Tristen was interrupted by the sound of another howl, then his eyes went shiny, reflective in the dark like the predator he was. “There’s a rogue in our territory,” he stated, pulling my mom in close to him torn between staying and leaving. “Go back to camp,” mom ordered. She shifted into her wolf, shredding her clothes before I could object. Tristen didn’t have to be told twice that she was going with him. Only sparing a moment to give me a warning to stay put before he lunged into the bush, shifting mid-air. While I was left remembering I left Christy at camp, and there was a rogue on the loose. I couldn’t leave her alone, no matter how much I wanted to run after my mom and beg her for more answers. “Was there a wolf?” Christy finally asked. I nodded. “She scared it off, didn’t she?” Christy’s eyes darted around the camp as we sat around the fire I finally got around to making. “That’s one way of putting it,” I replied tersely. It wasn’t Christy’s fault that my mom was a liar, but what my mom might have been doing with the wolf wasn’t anything I wanted to know about. “What’s up with you?” She’d had enough of my attitude, and my lack of communication was probably making her uncomfortable out here in the woods. I could understand that, but words weren’t really listening to me right now. What was I supposed to say? Before I could think on it more, I heard a rustling behind us that stopped me cold. “Did you hear that?” Christy shook her head, but scanned the direction I was focused on. She didn’t have the same kind of night vision I had, she wouldn’t have seen much unless the moon was hitting it just right. And if anything, the fire I started would make it even more difficult to see beyond the light of the flames, making the dark more concealed to her vision. “I hate to do this again…” Christy stopped, and wrapped her arms around my neck planting a kiss on my cheek. “Be safe. Remember, stay hidden, and then escape with the intel,” she whispered like we were in one of her novels. I believed in this instance I was the hot spy, and she would secretly be the villain using my distraction to undermine my goals. Giving a soft chuckle, I knew she would never be the villain, but that’s usually how her romance novels went. Forbidden love and all that. “Let’s hope we aren’t in one of your novels then, otherwise I’d be returning with trouble. It’s probably nothing…” I hoped.

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