Fated to the Enemy's Heir: The Alpha's Cursed Mate

"Bite me." His fingers dug into her waist, "Or I’ll make you regret it." Under the moonlight, she trembled beneath him, wolf instincts warring with reason— His fangs pierced the gland at her neck, pain and pleasure erupting like wildfire. She should hate him—this heir to the Silvermoon Pack, this son of her father’s killer— Yet her body arched against him anyway, a broken whimper tearing from her throat. "Why... does it have to be you...?" Wynter Vaughn was born with two deaths on her hands: - Her mother, dead in childbirth, - Her father, a pack emissary, found with his throat ripped out on Silvermoon land. The whispers followed her everywhere— "Anyone who gets close to her dies." Even her wolf form was weaker than most Betas, as if the moon itself had rejected her. Then came the anonymous note: 【Your father’s death was no accident. It was murder.】 She went to meet the sender—and collided with fate. Chase Sterling, future Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, lost control the moment he saw her. His eyes flared Alpha gold—the undeniable sign of a fated mate. --- "Why won’t you bite me back?" He snarled, gripping her jaw, their half-formed bond throbbing between them. She tasted blood on his skin, her fangs aching— One bite, and they’d be bound forever. But one bite would also mean betraying her father... Somewhere in the shadows, the anonymous letter-writer smiled. "How amusing," the voice murmured, **"She doesn’t know yet—some secrets are deadlier than revenge."