My Alpha Mate Traded Me to His Enemy for Three Nights

At the truce feast, my mate Alpha Felix pressed his thumb to the tag beneath his shirt and signed me over to enemy Alpha Kieran Thorne for three nights - so I stepped into the firelight and made him admit, out loud, "I know you don't want to go." Then I refused his protective clause, burned my copy of Vale's guard rotation, and walked to Thorne's tower as a hostage, not property. Kieran is colder danger: he wants my border knowledge, steps between me and his councilor before either of us decides why, and leaves the guest-tower door unlocked while his wolf burns hot enough to cross a truce line. Felix still wears our bond like a leash and comes to offer me South Notch - then refuses to pay it, choosing his watchtower over his mate. He thinks three nights will teach me to come home softer. But I'm the woman who logged every gap in his rotation, and Kieran is listening. When Felix finally realizes what I've traded away, I'll be standing between two Alphas, deciding which one gets my answer - and which one loses me for good.

Oleh Mia Moore