Fated to my Enemy by Diane Doherty

Chapter One Hundred Thirty–Seven

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Chapter One Hundred Thirty–Seven

Alpha Blake

My pack and I fought off the enemy wolves with ease. Dorian kept throwing more and more wolves at us prolonging the inevitable. He was going to die and it was only a matter of time. I wasn’t going to let him leave this place alive.

More bombs went off causing my pack to fight as they dodge. Where the hell did all these bombs come from? Gunner growled as the alarm on my truck went blaring before an explosion from underneath it forced in on its side. The alarm only lasted a few more seconds before the engine exploded and flames engulfed my truck.

“Damn it,” I yelled.

“We can buy a new one,” Gunner groaned as he fought through the wolves that kept coming. It’s not that I couldn’t but I liked that truck.

“Those wolves are never–ending,” Luca exclaimed through the link.

“I have more men on route,” Connor confirmed.

“Good, we will need them for clean up. Make sure the boys are safe. It’s time for me to end this,” I told both of them. Gunner dodged a few wolves before he was now in front of Dorian’s large black wolf.

He was covered in blood but I wasn’t sure how much of it was his know none of my wolves have been killed. I would have

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felt the link snap. I could see why Eli and his men could easily kill his men. Gunner shook out his blood–covered fur before sending up a quick howl to inform his wolves that the battle was almost over. The faster Gunner kills this fucker, the faster I can find my mate and pup.

trying to get the upper hand. Gunner let out

Gunner stood up on his hind legs before throwing himself on his back, on top of Dorian’s wolf. He let out a yip, as I gritted my teeth not to make a sound. His teeth dug deeper into my flesh before he let go.

his eyes off of his

force sent us to our backs. Explosions had

And when the pack house came into focus, I knew why. I quickly shifted back and stared in horror at the scene in front of

Another blast had me staggering back. The enemy was forgotten as I watched my

Aspen grabbed my arm, pulling

me. I looked over

pages now

wolf ripping apart his

to him. His

me. The enemy was dead,

now.

I knew what I was doing, I was running towards the

feel her,” Gunner

of me, the flames burning my skin. But I

I

at the carnage from the battle. But I couldn’t care about anything but my mate and unborn child. I

mate.

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the weight of my loss. There was no coming back from this. I lost them and

them.

gone,” I

I’m sorry. But I need you to back up.” Both Channing