Mated to My Intended's Enemy novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 River Valley Pack

Leo

Ronan, my wolf, rumbled contentedly within me. *Mate,* he purred, the single word carrying mountains of possessive satisfaction.

"Focus," I muttered to myself, flipping through the market analysis reports Tiny had compiled. River Valley Pack had been steadily eating into our northeastern distribution territory for weeks now.

*Her wolf grows stronger daily,* Ronan observed, completely ignoring my attempt to concentrate on pack business. *Did you feel how Ava pushed forward when Victoria was dreaming?*

I couldn’t help the small smile that formed. Last night, Victoria had jolted awake from a dream, her eyes flashing brilliant gold—evidence of Ava’s growing presence. For a half-breed whose wolf awakened so late, her development was remarkable. Most mixed-bloods struggled their entire lives to connect with their wolves, yet Victoria and Ava were already establishing a powerful bond.

"She’s extraordinary," I agreed aloud, knowing Ronan needed the acknowledgment. "Far stronger than any hybrid I’ve encountered."

*Not a mere hybrid,* Ronan growled defensively. *Our Luna. Future mother of our pups.*

The image of Victoria swollen with my child sent a surge of primal satisfaction through me. Soon, perhaps.

A sharp knock interrupted my thoughts.

"Enter," I called, straightening in my chair.

Tiny’s massive frame filled the doorway, his expression grim. "Alpha, we’ve confirmed River Valley’s latest movement. They’ve established a outpost two miles within our territory."

I felt my jaw tighten. "Permanent structures?"

"Yes. Small cabin, observation tower. Six wolves stationed there as of this morning."

Ronan snarled, bristling at this blatant provocation. This was beyond testing boundaries—this was a direct challenge.

"Contact Alpha Blackwell," I ordered, rising from my chair. "Arrange a meeting. Today."

A ghost of a smile touched Tiny’s lips. "I’ll inform him immediately."

As Tiny departed, I moved to the window overlooking the training grounds where several of our warriors were sparring. The Shadow Pack wasn’t just wealthy—we were militarily formidable. Alpha Blackwell knew this, which made his provocation all the more puzzling.

"Gather a security detail," I instructed Carson when he entered a moment later. "Six of our best. Full combat readiness, but weapons concealed. We’re meeting River Valley in an hour."

"Problem?" Carson asked, already mentally selecting which warriors to bring.

"Hopefully not for long," I replied, shrugging into my leather jacket. "Either way, River Valley will understand their mistake by sunset."

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"Alpha Moretti," Blackwell greeted, his tone falsely cordial. At fifty-something, he was older than me by nearly two decades.

I inclined my head slightly. "Alpha Blackwell. I wasn’t informed this was a council matter."

Elder Maverick stepped forward, his ancient face impassive. "It wasn’t, until Alpha Blackwell requested mediation this morning."

Tiny shifted closer to me, a subtle move of support. We both recognized the play—Blackwell was attempting to legitimize his land grab through bureaucratic channels.

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