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Bound to Enemy Alpha

Bound to Enemy Alpha

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Chapter 1 The Scent at the Border

Word Count: 1399    |    Released on: 02/11/2026

led of wet moss and iron, and under that, fain

take the air. She came forward without my asking, ears flat, nose working

hind the hawthorn. "You stop at th

oat it made my hands shake. My skin went tight. I felt the shift start somewhere under my ribs, the push of bone against

t from the drizzle, and put her hand on m

came out rough.

er rifle slung low on her back. She was lean as a whip and had taught me to read gr

was in the moss now, in the stone, in my own wrists. My wolf turn

smelled before," I s

e of pines on the ridge. "Blackpine pays for the spring'

e and pulled my braid free of my collar. "I go in tonight. You said

ays is

" I picked up my pack. "I will be in and out before t

died a track: for the thing tha

m co

liar for a girl

essed something into my hand, a stub of chalk she used to mark trail trees

a branch under a heavy foot. I kept to the deer paths and marked my turns with Tilda's chalk on the north side of the trunks where

it, grey and low and built of the same granite as the hill, the Kielder pack house. Smoke f

the far cliff, a line of silver in the grass that c

sp

ift in any wolf who drank it, water that healed in hours what should take days

of the ridge and dropped it. It roll

I had hea

from his forehead, and the second was his eyes, which were blue-grey and entirely calm. He was tall and built like someone who ran up hills for pleasure

ve been stupid, and I had promised myself years ago t

said. "I did

low and clipped, the voice of a man who was

your land. That is a diff

n the mud, then at the marks on my tre

ee

ack to the Blackpine border." He said it without he

the one that had got me out of three pack prisons and one marriage offer. "I am a visiting tracker

g about the n

Alpha, since nobody else would dare to s

ickled all over with the beginning of a shift. I dug my nails into my palm until it stopped. He tilted his head, a

l the

wise in my own forest." His jaw tightened. "Which is a problem, beca

to answer and fo

, the way wolves do when they hear something the rest of us have not caught yet. Then I hear

es, and for a moment he was not an Alpha at al

truth there," he said. "Or you will run, and I will catch you b

already walking down the slope be

aid. "How did you know I

Nessa in any pack on this border. And because yo

nd the wolves howled again, and the silver lin

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Bound to Enemy Alpha
Bound to Enemy Alpha
“The night I crossed into Kielder Forest, the Alpha's scent hit me so hard I nearly shifted in front of his warriors. I was sent to steal his pack's greatest secret. The moon had other plans for me. Nessa has spent her life as an Omega tracker for a rogue family, never belonging anywhere. When the Blackpine pack offers her kin safe passage in exchange for one job, she accepts: infiltrate the Kielder pack, find the fabled silver spring hidden in its territory, and report back. It should be simple. But the moment she crosses the border, the Alpha's scent wraps around her like a claim, and the mate bond she never wanted begins to burn. Rhys is a young Alpha fighting to hold his father's broken legacy together. The spring that protects his pack is drying up, and he cannot shift without drinking from it. He knows a stranger has entered his territory, and he knows she is lying about who she is, but every instinct demands he keep her close. As the Council of Alphas sends its envoy and the autumn muster approaches, Rhys must decide whether the woman who might destroy him is also the only one who can save him. Caught between the family that raised her and the mate who owns her heart, Nessa must choose what she is willing to lose. Place and Time: The Kielder Forest pack lands on the English-Scottish border, in the autumn of 1972.”