Fated to my Enemy by Diane Doherty

Chapter One

Ryley

My heart was pounding in my chest and my lungs burned as I ran through the forest that surrounded my pack. I could hear my father’s beta yelling at me, telling me to keep going. Fear explodes through my body as growls from enemy wolves become closer. My father’s beta’s voice became more distant and I knew he had stopped running with me. He stopped to slow down the wolves who were chasing us.

My heart twisted painfully at the thought of our pack being attacked by someone who we trusted. Who I trusted. I was stupid to think he ever cared about me. My family and pack died from my stupidity. And I knew if I got away, my life would never be the same.

As soon as the warriors guarding the north informed my father of the invading army, he commanded his beta to take me to safety. I pleaded with him to let me stay, to fight along his side but he knew I wouldn’t stand a chance. I wasn’t even old enough to shift yet.

My father’s beta carried me, kicking and screaming as he ran away from my family and his. His son was old enough to shift and fight. And he promised to protect my family. I knew it was a lost cause when my father ordered me to run. He knew he was going to die and he didn’t want to see me die or worse.

I ran with everything I had to get to the River. If I didn’t make it, I will surely die. I know these wolves would

lose my footing and I rolled off the cliff. Looking up, I saw the eyes of the wolf who had betrayed me. Before my

to catch my breath. No matter

climbed out of bed. My body was stiff and sore from the tension of my dream but I needed to work off this

before pocketing my phone. Leaving the house, I

around the neighborhood before Channing, my son, joined me. We did this every morning before he went to school and I went to work. I was still so lost in my

when I removed

extra lap in,” I told him. He gave me a nod and

even though I was only seventeen and unmarked,

Not that his life has anything to do with mine. I may despise my mate but I love my son with

of water. We had finished a lap

okay, sweetie. And it’s my job to worry about you,” I scolded

a seventeen-year-old high school student, what’s there to worry about?” He

start getting