Mated To The Enemy Alpha

The sun was setting over the Crescent Pack territory casting a glow over the training clearing. Vera was moving quickly, her feet kicking up dust as she sparred with two wolves. Her dark hair was tied back in a braid and her hazel eyes were focused on the fight. She was a werewolf, with a strong and athletic body. Vera was wearing a black training outfit that showed off her curves. Her skin was smooth and warm. Her full lips were pressed into a line as she fought. She was a fighter and her opponents were no match for her. With the training done, she grabbed her water skin, poured it over her head letting the cool liquid run down her neck and soak the front of her tank. The younger males in the pack couldn't but just stare at her as she walked towards the Alphas longhouse. Vera pretended not to notice. She was used to the attention. She had grown up with it. She knew how to handle it. Her father, Alpha Klaus was waiting for her on the porch. He called out to her as she approached. “Vera come here daughter,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. Vera climbed the steps, wiping the sweat from her brow while approaching him. “How did the training go today?” he said. Vera briefed him on the remarkable progress day by day. The new wolves were getting stronger. She was proud of them. Her father nodded, his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than usual. Vera could tell that there was something he wanted to discuss with her. “Vera you've always had your mother's fire and strength” he calmly said. Vera felt a familiar ache in her chest. She had been nine when her mother was killed during a brutal raid by the Shadow Pack. The memory still lingered. She could never forget the pain and the anger she had felt. Her father placed a hand on her shoulder pulling her from the dark thoughts. “You’ve grown into a woman, Vera,” he said. "Beautiful. The pack looks up to you." He paused, his voice turning thoughtful. "Soon we must talk about securing our future, alliances, bloodlines - the strength of the pack depends on it." Vera tilted her head, her nose wrinkling slightly in confusion. "What do you mean by that Father?" she asked. Her father just gave her a small enigmatic smile and squeezed her shoulder. "We'll speak later, " he said. "Go clean up and rest. You've earned it." Vera nodded. The vague words left an uneasy feeling in her stomach. She walked towards her small cabin at the edge of the village feeling a sense of uncertainty. The pack was her family. She would do anything to protect it. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off though. That night as the moon rose high over the pines, Vera stood at her window brushing out her dark hair. The cool breeze carried the scent of the forest. Underneath it she felt a sense of unease. A distant howl echoed from the mountains - that howl made shivers run down her spine. She shook her head telling herself it was nothing but deep in her bones she felt a warning. The shadows were moving closer.