Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: Chapter 136 Marry me

Freya

I froze, my blood turning to ice in my veins. "What?" The single word escaped my lips barely above a whisper.

Silvano sat up. His amber eyes gleamed with a predatory intelligence I’d completely missed before.

"Freya Stone, daughter of Tyson Stone, former Alpha of the Granite Ridge Pack." His expression was triumphant as recognition dawned on my face, my wolf bristling inside me. "Yes, I know exactly who you are. Just as I imagine you’ve already sensed I’m the Alpha of the Shadow Pack."

My body tensed immediately, wolf suddenly on high alert. The pleasant afterglow of our night together evaporated like morning mist. "How—"

"I make it my business to know other powerful wolves," he interrupted smoothly, reaching for my hand. His touch, which had ignited desire only hours before, now sent warning signals racing up my arm. "And you, Freya, are extremely powerful—even more so now that you’ve cut ties with Stone Lake. "

I pulled the sheet around my naked body, suddenly feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with my physical state. "You knew who I was the entire time?"

"Not immediately," he admitted, his eyes tracking my movements as I inched away from him. "But I recognized your scent signature.When Elena Kane called you by name at the bar, everything clicked into place." His smile was confident, completely unrepentant. "I’ve been looking for an alliance with a strong bloodline.We clearly have chemistry."

"Chemistry isn’t a basis for marriage," I said carefully, calculating how quickly I could gather my clothes and leave. My wolf was pacing anxiously inside me, torn between fight and flight.

"Isn’t it?" He caught my wrist gently but firmly, his thumb brushing over my pulse point in a gesture that seemed both intimate and threatening. "What did the mate bond get you with Alpha Kane? I’m offering you something real—equal partnership, respect, position. The Shadow Pack could use someone with your administrative talents, and you could use the protection of a pack bond again."

My wolf bristled at his assumptions, hackles rising. "I don’t need protection," I hissed, yanking my wrist free.

"Everyone needs connection," Silvano countered, his voice softening into something that might have been genuine concern. "And you know as well as I do that Jasper won’t let this go without a fight. An Alpha like him, losing his Gamma? Having another Alpha in your corner would make things... smoother."

I slid out of bed, gathering my scattered clothing with as much dignity as I could muster. My hands were shaking slightly, but I refused to let him see how rattled I was.

"Let me get this straight—you tracked me at the club, seduced me, and now you’re proposing a strategic alliance disguised as marriage?" My voice was sharp enough to cut glass. "What kind of wolf do you take me for?"

Silvano leaned back against the headboard, completely unashamed of his nakedness or his scheming. The wolf’s confidence was infuriating.

"I tracked you at the club, yes. I seduced you?" His eyes darkened as they swept over my body. "I think that was mutual, Freya. The way you responded to me..." His voice dropped to a growl that made my traitorous body remember exactly how good we had been together. "And I’m proposing because I see potential in both the alliance and in you. Is that so terrible? We’re both adults who understand how our world works."

"It’s manipulative," I shot back, pulling my dress over my head with jerky movements. "And calculating. And exactly the kind of power play I just walked away from."

"It’s pragmatic," he corrected, running a hand through his tousled dark hair. "Something I thought you’d appreciate, given your background as a Gamma. We’re both wolves without packs now. You’re alone, vulnerable—whether you want to admit it or not. We could build something together. Something real."

I paused, my hand on the bedroom door, my wolf conflicted inside me. Part of me—the practical, strategic part that had made me an effective Gamma—could see the logic in his proposal. Another part was screaming to run.

"I just left one cage," I said quietly, meeting his gaze. "I’m not looking to enter another, no matter how gilded or how mutually beneficial you claim it would be."

Silvano’s expression softened unexpectedly, and for a moment I glimpsed something that might have been genuine respect.

"It wouldn’t be a cage, Freya. Think about it—no mate bond complications, no unrequited feelings. Just two adults who respect each other’s strengths, building something that benefits us both."

"And the sex?" I couldn’t help asking, my wolf curious despite my better judgment.

"Would continue to be exceptional," he promised with a wolfish grin that made my insides tighten involuntarily. "That part wasn’t strategy, Freya. That was pure chemistry. The way you move..." He shook his head, eyes darkening with remembered pleasure. "That can’t be faked."

Despite myself, I felt a reluctant smile tugging at my lips.

"I’m practical." He stood, wrapping the sheet around his waist as he approached me, the predatory grace of an Alpha wolf evident in every movement. "Take my card. Think about my offer. No pressure, no timeline. But the offer stands—you would make the perfect Luna."

Luna. The title I had once longed for with every fiber of my being, clung to for four endless years—until the fantasy shattered. I had never imagined another Alpha, stronger still, would suddenly extend that invitation to me. Moon Goddess, was this truly real?

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