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Marked for the Enemy Alpha

Elara’s life shatters when a brutal raid by the Shadow Fang pack leaves her family dead and her home in ruins. Taken captive by the cold and ruthless Alpha Silas, she discovers she is his fated mate. Despite the burning hatred for the man who destroyed her world, a primal bond pulls them together. Elara must navigate a dangerous game of vengeance and desire, deciding if she can kill the monster she is destined to love or succumb to his mark.
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Chapter 4

Being chosen for the mate pairing was the best thing that could have happened!

After leaving the Alpha King’s study, I clutched the decree in my hands, grinning like a fool as I walked. My steps were light, my heart soaring. For once, fate seemed to be on my side.

But then I saw him. Patrick Cook stood in the distance, his expression as cold and unyielding as ever. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and a shiver ran down my spine. I hesitated, then turned to run, but he was faster. In an instant, he closed the gap between us, his claws gripping my wrist like a vise.

"Do you even understand what a mate pairing entails?" he snapped, his voice low and sharp. "No one remembered you existed until now. Why would you volunteer for this? Do you think this is some kind of game?"

He started pulling me back toward the Alpha King’s study, his grip unrelenting. "Come with me. We’ll tell the King you’ve changed your mind."

"No!" I yanked my arm free, glaring at him. "I want this! I don’t want to stay here. I hate it here! I hate you!"

My voice broke, and tears spilled down my cheeks. "You’re going to be mated to Vera Fernandez. Why do you even care what happens to me? No one here cares about Samantha Jacobs. I’m leaving, and I’m never coming back!"

Patrick froze, his jaw tightening. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Seizing the opportunity, I wrenched my wrist free and bolted, not stopping until I reached the new quarters assigned to me.

The room was nothing like the drafty, neglected space I’d been forced to call home for so long. There were no mice scurrying in the corners, no snakes slithering across the floor. Instead, there was a soft bed, a sturdy desk, and even a plate of freshly baked pastries waiting for me.

I collapsed onto the bed, letting out a sigh of relief. "Being chosen for the mate pairing is the best thing that’s ever happened to me," I whispered to myself, a smile creeping back onto my face. For the first time in years, I felt like I had a chance—a real chance—to escape the life I’d been trapped in. And I wasn’t going to let anyone take that away from me.