Fated Enemies Read Online Olivia Rose, E.L. Depinto

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: ,

Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)


Two packs, two wolves.
When they meet, their lives will change;
for better and for worse.

Rival wolf-shifters find love in the most unlikely of places–a contentious meeting between packs.
Dallas Polvere envisions a new life, far away, while Jack Scopelliti dreams of finding his one, true mate. Star-crossed and naïve, the Alpha lovers find themselves barred by tradition–torn between love and hate.
When tensions reach a peak, young love defies reason, led by a light at the end of the tunnel. They pack their bags, ready to embark on a new adventure together.
But fate has other plans for them.

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Chapter 1


I felt alive under the kiss of moonlight, weaving through the trees and bushes alongside my pack. The humans would have called our arrival to this meeting ‘fashionably late’.

My father, Alpha of the Washington Pack, seemed unconcerned with our punctuality, enjoying the bite of fresh air as he sprinted beside his under wolves. While some of the older male wolves rough-housed, playfully knocking each other around, I stayed the course to lead. It was my destiny to take over once my father stepped down, and I’d been preparing myself for the role since my twelfth birthday, six years prior.

Paul Polvere—father, Alpha, husband, friend—was mean and stubborn and callous. While I respected his leadership and authority, I often questioned his approach and delivery. Paul Polvere didn’t mince words, didn’t beat around the bush. And he sure as hell didn’t account for anyone’s feelings in his deliberations. His unyielding candor made him an effective Alpha, but a real shit parent.

Though the lack of affection left our house cold, my mind was often busy with other things, such as the marriage he intended to arrange on my behalf. My father was so consumed by the notion of out-growing the LaFayette Pack that I sometimes worried he’d marry me off to the next highest bidder.

It weighed on me in the background of my mind.

The yip of a trailing pack mate interrupted the intrusive thoughts, and I realized how far ahead I was. My father could turn off his alpha-hole vibes while in his wolf form. It made him more relatable and approachable to the pack; made him appear almost normal.

But I could never risk being a playful wolf. I could never risk being seen as a weak female Alpha amongst my pack, especially by him. My father was many good things—brave, traditional, and strong—but hypocritical as well.

I slowed to a jaunt, falling back into ranks as we approached our destination. Finally, the trees cleared to form a circle of well-manicured grass. Though we were undoubtedly late, it appeared we were the first to arrive.

A packmate sniffed at a large tin box nestled against an outlying tree on the edge of the clearing. I stalked over to investigate while the rest of the pack sniffed the area for nefarious objects. Unable to open the box with my muzzle, I quickly shifted and lifted the lid, crouching over a heap of neatly stacked robes.

The Washington wolves were far from prudish, but I’d rather have been run over by a lawnmower than caught stark naked in front of my father. I was the only female representing our pack that night, and I had no interest in being gawked at by strangers. It was just a half-thought before I swiped a cloak and wrapped myself up, securing all my lady-bits.

Other pack mates noticed the cloak I’d donned, and some younger wolves followed suit, while others elected to remain in their wolf form. Standing tall and nude on his two human legs, my father sneered at my robe. He didn’t understand the feminine urge to protect oneself, especially from men who covet what they can’t have.

Must be nice to be the apex of our breed. Not much could kill an alpha-wolf, maybe a rogue vampire with an unhinged bloodlust, but those were rare.

Despite my years of training, agile reflexes, and alpha-kinship, I was–and always would be–vulnerable to some degree against alpha males.

“They’ll be here shortly,” my father grunted, staring into the opposing treeline’s shadows. It was my first time on neutral grounds, and I could tell he was on edge.

Stepping to my father’s side, I asked, “Can you hear them?”

“Pay better attention. The birds are clearing,” he nodded towards the small flock taking flight a few yards into the wooded area. I bit my lip, embarrassed I’d missed it.

Our rival pack emerged, stalking around the old church on all fours. Their Alpha, Matthias, led them towards the building’s back door. I noticed the subtle tick in my father’s jaw, fearlessness and arrogance pouring off him in waves. Scanning the LaFayette wolves, my restless mind barely acknowledged the half-dozen packmates behind me.

There will not be a fight today. This meeting is meant to make peace.

Matthias shifted onto two legs mid-stride–a true talent for any shifter–and stepped into a tattered pair of jeans. His pack followed in suit, each man buttoning their own pair of well-worn pants from the pile by the church entrance. Once covered, the group made their way into the clearing. Matthias led them, flanked by a young man who shared his resemblance.