Mated to my Enemy Alpha King

When Avery's brother decides her fate, she gets drunk and ends up in the arms of a stranger. The next morning, a mate mark and a fuming brother await her only for her to realize that her fling has gone missing. When she finally finds him, everyone knows she is doomed for life.

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Standalone Book 3 of Wolfverse Series

Book 1: Omega for the Alpha King (Standalone)

Book 2: Forbidden for the Alpha King (Standalone)

Book 3: Mated to the Enemy Alpha King (Standalone)

Book 4: Changing Fate for the Alpha King (Standalone)

AVERY

“ We shouldn’t be out here. Let’s just go back, Princess. If your brother, the King finds out we sneaked out and ended up here, we will be so dead. ” My friend and helper Renee whispers in my ear.

I shake my head and shoot her a glare. “ What did I tell you before, Renee? ”

Her dull blue eyes move towards the building in front of us before she looks back at me, “ You told me to call you Ava when we are out. ”

“ Yes, that’s right! Tonight, I am just Ava. ” I point my forefinger at her. To my surprise, I see two fingers instead of one.

Perhaps, all the alcohol is finally kicking in.

“ Ava. ” I mumble, and lower my finger to avoid the embarrassing state of my mind. “ let’s—let’s just go inside. ”

It’s a big mistake. A small voice in my head keeps whispering but I can not pay attention to that.

When your heart is crushed and your spirits are beaten down, maybe, you simply can’t bring yourself to care about anything else. That’s what must be happening to me. I don’t seem to give a damn about anything.

“ This place is not for noble people, Ava. ” Renee says softly, still trying to persuade me to go back to the place I call home when it feels more like hell.

Ignoring her, I stagger towards the entrance of the shady building. The two guards standing outside push the doors open for us without asking any questions. Renee is hot on my tail, refusing to let me alone for a moment.

I hate this. People always have to follow me everywhere. It feels like I was not born alone, but with several shadows that cling to me at all times. If I am to be happy, they watch me smile. If I want to cry, I have to let them see me. If I have a breakdown like any other person, they are always there to witness it.

That’s why my mother made me learn the most important lessons of life as a royal.

Royals never cry, never show weakness, never break down. Love is not for us. Hate is not for us. Emotions, with all their variations, are not for people like us.

As for me, I am the lowest of even those royals. I am a spare