The Alpha's Enemy Mate

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rmanent state of suspension by subtle gravity emitters. They refracted the blue and silver glow of the walls, casting a shimmer over the cro

d felt like a second skin, heavy and fluid. It was backless, the silk dipping low to expose the pale expanse of my spine, but th

air, which she had left loose to cascade down my back like a frozen waterfall. "You look

a target, May

t with a mixture of fear and forced politeness. On the right, the Blood Moon Pack was a sea of dark charcoal, deep blacks, and heavy furs. The scent

ian doors at the far en

t how to beat. He was dressed in a black velvet tuxedo that fit his massive frame with lethal precision. His raven-black hair was brush

idn't even look like a diplomat. He looked like

a, their formal wear doing nothing to hide the fact that they were predators in a cage. Seraphina's gaze swept o

he silver-clad elite. When his gaze finally landed on me at the top of

nnounce him. He began to walk toward the staircase, his movements slow and deliberate

I whispere

met me halfway down, taking my hand to present me to the room. He looked older tonight, his silver h

ugh the silent ballroom. "Welcome to the Silver Pal

ooked only at me. He reached out, his large, warm hand closing around mine. The contact sent a jolt o

ed. His voice was a low, private rumbl

t a riot, Killian," I countered, my voi

ice-overwhelming the lilies in the air. "Maybe I am. This room is

I didn't pull away. We were the "Powe

an led me to the center of the floor, his hand sliding to the small of my back, right where the dress ende

by the pillar, his eyes dark with a suppressed fury that made my chest ache. Seraphi

ian noted, spinning me effortlessly. "He's been

s seen what your pack does to ours

e slightly closer, his chest brushing against mine. The fri

of his eyes. "And I believe that if we don't make this work, th

appeared. The music, the politicians, the ancient hatreds-they all faded into the backg

m something to belie

of my neck. It was a claim. A public marking that told every wolf in that room exactly who I

Silver River elite looked scandalized; t

coming in short, shallow pants.

st black. "Let them see that the Silver Princess has been caught. And

e tension in the room had shifted from political to something far more dangerous. As I

steel. A sc

the first scream erupted from the back of the ha

or's

Killian is absolutely marking his territory in the mid

it the Shadow Stalkers, or is someone from inside the Silver Palace trying to stop the wedding? And can we

do you think this wedding is cursed? I'm read