Fated to my Enemy by Diane Doherty

Chapter Sixty-Two
Ryley
After reassuring Channing, I sent the boys up to the alpha floor of the pack house. Blake already had some of our things moved over since we couldn’t stay at the house until the front door and porch window were fixed. It made me uncomfortable knowing someone packed our stuff. And that was before I thought about where that stuff was being moved too.
I’m moving in with a man, who isn’t my mate and I have no idea if this is going to work out. And now I was being carried to the pack house to speak to the one person who I also wanted to believe I was dead. And he wanted to speak to me and that made me nervous.
“But now that the cat is out of the bag, you have no more excuses as to why you can’t be with Blake,” Lily said. She may be right, but it doesn’ t make it any less scary. I’ve never lived with a man that way before.
“Ryley, you don’t have to do this. I can personally remove him from my pack.” Blake said as he carried me along a stone path leading from the hospital to the pack house.
“I need answers, Blake. And this is the only way to get them.”
Blake didn’t put me down until he was standing in front of the conference room doors. There were two warriors standing guard. Once I was back on my feet, the warriors opened the doors. Blake took a hold of my hand before leading me into the room. More warriors were standing around the room and behind Dorian and his ga*ma, Wes. I had met him a few times. They were seated at the table with Blair sitting at the head and Luca sitting beside the former alpha.
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Blake led me over to the side of the table where Luca was seated. Dorian’s eyes followed with every step I took. I sat down beside Luca and Blake sat on the other side of me before resting his hand on my thigh.

My hands were trembling as I placed them in my lap. I tried to remind myself that this was a business meeting and I could do this. But being this close to Dorian was suffocating.
“If this is a play to make me jealous, and beg for you back, it’s pathetic.” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I’m glad you think being happy is pathetic. And any decision I made involving Blake has nothing to do with you. I’m here for answers so I can move on with my life.” I told him. I watched him intently as he stared at me. Channing looks so much like his father, only getting my
grey eyes.
I still feel this connection to him, even though we are no longer mates. He has his chosen mate. She has marked him. And I should hate him, but I find myself unable to as I sit here.
“When were you aware there was going to be an attack on my pack?” I asked him. I needed answers and to get the hell away from him.
“The night before the attack happened.” He sighed, leaning forward, and resting his arms on the table.
“So, the plan was for you to get close to me? To get me to trust you, so you could kill me and take over the pack?”
“It started when my father wanted information.” He answered.
“Everything you told me was a lie. You never intended for me to be your Luna and to run the pack, my pack together. This was done so you could have a pack for you and her?”
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“Yes. There was never an us, Evelyn. Getting you to trust me was all part of the plan to take down your father.” I closed my eyes, begging the tears not to fall. I knew this but it didn’t make it hurt any less when he admitted it.
“You can cut the act, I know you knew about the shady s*it your father was involved in,” Dorian exclaimed and Blake growled.
“Watch your f*cken tone. Remember you are in my pack, asking for my help.”
“I knew about everything my father was involved in. But do you know what your father was involved in? How he made all his money?” I questioned.
“He made his money in oil. Everyone knows that, even you.” He retorted.
“Interesting. I wonder if that’s why, he is still running the Crimson Lake pack and you are running mine, instead of combining them and making you, alpha of both?” I pondered out loud.
“What are you getting at?’ Dorian growled.
“Why would you come here to ask for Blake’s help, when you could have asked your father?” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest again.
“Is it because you didn’t want to look weak in front of your father?” He didn’t answer me, so I continued to the point I was making.
“Your father was at my pack house when I told my father I was going to clean up his shady s*it after becoming Luna, my father was into drug sales and weapons. But it was your father who was into human trafficking and the selling of body parts on the black market. He then invested some of that money into the oil industry. I knew my father