Mated To The Enemy.

osen the perfect dress for tonight. The lime-colored tulle dress boasts draped asymmetrical cutouts and a statement shoulder, complem

It's written all over their faces. However, I refuse to let it affect me. Despite the doubts, I know I'm rocking this dress, and I'll confidently stride into tha

it I inherited, is elegantly styled with a slick middle-down part and super straight strands. In contrast, my own locks are fashioned in a teased chigno

I reply, turning a

emarks, taking my hand in hers. Mom's gorgeous sky-blue e

would say the

r father giving me an earful about how we ladies take forever to get re

approaching as he is typing on his phone. Being a billionaire and an Alpha king keep

" I greet. He's hitti

t's been four years since I turned 18, but I still haven't found my mate. My werewolf college classmates assume it's because I'm cursed, and with each passing year, I can't help and fear they might be right especially with my family's history. I know four years isn't

. You should only address me by my name," I assert as we move away from the foot of the stai

ever I wish, my dear," he retorts with a s

, and I turn around to see my

ance. Caleb is the spitting image of our father, except for his blond hair. The same blue eyes an

omeone inside the ballro

iling, casting a dazzling glow across the room. Tables and chairs graced every corner, adorned with the finest foods on g

ude, extending appreciation to all in the room. Once we reach the center, the live band seamlessly resumes playing classical tunes, and the crowd gracefully disperse

of Caleb as we walk around the

bing a champagne flute from a passi

ght?" I ask, a touch

to ensure she and the baby are

prove of what I'm wearing or not, but I don't care. Some unmated younglings gaze lingers a little too closely on my chest and th

rawing my attention away

d mean my mate is here. Alphas bring their unmated to these events. I had bee

of my own and down the remainder of my drink. A peculiar taste lingers in my mouth after finishing the champagne.

uire, bringing my empty champagne fl

y glass. I consider that I might be overthinking things. Maybe

nd get a refill. I'll be back," I

ur

running late, and some speculate it might be intentional. I tend to agree; everything I've heard about him suggests a

he bartender as he hand

I head toward the back door to get some fresh air. Closing my eyes, I breathe in the cool

le voice says from my right. Recognizing the voice,

wasn't my favorite person in the worl

d to toe. His green eyes linger on my chest, and he

I was starting to wonder where his identical twin, Jake, had left himse

out, rolling

ake smiles, running

ke's hand, but he doesn't let go, c

curse, anger building in my ch

ke says, rubbing his hand on my chest in a foolish attempt t

ap his hand away, glaring at him

ing I'll regret. They always caused trouble when I saw them, and now, because of them, I had to change my beautiful dr

smell of a lycan, but that's not what leaves me in a daze. The handsome lycan that just spoke in a British accent with blond hair a

ss my face. I blink, my cheeks redden

, still smiling. I have to sa

miss my footing. I teeter dangerously close to falling,

inst him. "You need to be careful, love," he says, hi

trying to wrap my head around how

ir around us becomes thick with tension as I continue to remain in his arms, gazing bac

trailing off as he runs toward us, but he stops short once he sees u

n seeing the lycan. Eric? Is that hi

n on my chest. The twins shake their heads, but Eric arches

Eric says, unwrapping his hand from my waist and walking toward

d, searching for where they went but can't seem to figure

ress. I don't know what's odder, but neither scenario makes sense. A thought roams my head wondering if he could have been my mate and that's why I felt so comfortable i