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  The Alpha and His Enemy Wolf

  White Mountain Shifters 3

  Lisa Carlisle

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  The Alpha and His Enemy Wolf

  White Mountain Shifters Book 3

  Negotiations have failed. War is brewing between rival packs.

  And two bitter enemies discover they are fated mates.

  Mila, a Sacco wolf, is more than happy to sabotage operations at a rival's ski resort. They killed an enforcer, breaking the treaty between the packs. But she's caught red-handed and brought to the alpha of the Franconia pack.

  When Rafe meets Mila, the recognition shocks him. She's not only his enemy--she's his mate.

  Now what?

  He's been searching for his mate for years. How can she belong to a rival pack?

  Rafe makes her an offer. He'll hold off on retaliation against her pack if she spends one week with him.

  Can Mila survive seven days without succumbing to her wolf's desires for her fated enemy?

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  Fated mates and forbidden love. Escape into the magic of the White Mountains with the Franconia shifters.

  Other Books by Lisa Carlisle

  Underground Encounters

  Steamy paranormal romances set in an underground goth club that attracts vampires, witches, shifters, and gargoyles.

  Book 1: SMOLDER (a vampire / firefighter romance)

  Book 2: FIRE (a witch / firefighter romance)

  Book 3: IGNITE (a feline shifter / rock star romance)

  Book 4: BURN (a vampire / shapeshifter rock romance)

  Book 5: HEAT (a gargoyle shifter romance)

  Book 6: BLAZE (a gargoyle shifter rockstar romance)

  Book 7: COMBUST (vampire / witch romances)

  Book 8: INFLAME (a gargoyle shifter / witch romance)

  Book 9: TORCH (a gargoyle shifter / werewolf romance

  Book 10: SCORCH (an incubus vs succubus demon romance)

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  White Mountain Shifters

  Escape to the magic of the White Mountains with fated mates and forbidden love in these steamy paranormal romances!

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  Chateau Seductions

  An art colony on a remote New England island lures creative types—and supernatural characters. Steamy paranormal romances.

  Darkness Rising

  Dark Velvet

  Dark Muse

  Dark Stranger

  Dark Pursuit

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  Highland Gargoyles

  Gargoyle shifters, wolf shifters, and tree witches have divided the Isle of Stone after a great battle 25 years ago. One risk changes it all…

  Knights of Stone: Mason

  Knights of Stone: Lachlan

  Knights of Stone: Bryce

  Seth: a wolf shifter romance in the series

  Knights of Stone: Calum

  Stone Cursed

  Knights of Stone: Gavin

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  Stone Sentries

  Meet your perfect match the night of the super moon — or your perfect match for the night. A cop teams up with a gargoyle shifter when demons attack Boston.

  Tempted by the Gargoyle

  Enticed by the Gargoyle

  Captivated by the Gargoyle

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  Anchor Me

  Navy SEALs, Marines, and hometown heroes. Each one encounters his most complicated mission yet, when he will find a woman from his past—who changes his future.

  Antonio (a novella available for free to subscribers)

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  Jack

  Slade

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  Night Eagle Operations

  A paranormal romantic suspense novel

  When Darkness Whispers

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  Berkano Vampires

  A shared author world with dystopian paranormal romances.

  Immortal Resistance

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  A shared author world with the vampire blood courtesans.

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  The Alpha and His Enemy Wolf

  Copyright © 2021 by Lisa Carlisle

  Edited by Natasha Larry

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

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  Chapter 1

  Rafe

  Dawn spread across the mountain, bathing it in early light. Rafe finished his coffee as he stared out of his living room window. This quiet time before all the patrons arrived was his favorite time to ski. He would have a few minutes to himself as he navigated down from his home built on the side of the mountain to his office in the lodge.

  He needed that serenity, especially in recent weeks. With his pack growing ever closer to war with their rival pack, the Saccos, he was on edge as his enforcers, who were stacked along the borderline, itching for his go ahead to tear into Sacco flesh or fur.

  Rafe finished his breakfast and then put on his gear, strapping on his skis once he stepped outside. He skied on a path carved through the forest to a main trail on Franconia Mountain. The morning sun was bright and dew lingered in the air. As he approached the bottom of the trail, he caught a scent and skidded to stop. A Sacco wolf had been there. Its stench still permeated the air.

  That meant the
y’d trespassed into his pack’s territory. Rafe swore and gripped the ski poles so tightly, he wouldn’t be surprised if they snapped. He searched for any sign of a Sacco. If he spotted one of them, he’d impale him with the pointed end of the pole. The mountain appeared serene, with no signs of intruders.

  A Sacco wolf has been near the main chairlift. The scent is fresh, he communicated telepathically to his enforcers.

  We’ll look into it, Valen, one of the veteran enforcers, replied.

  You haven’t detected them along the border?

  The enforcers had been patrolling the pack line, on watch for a Sacco attack.

  We haven’t seen any sign of them along this border, Valen replied.

  They must have accessed our territory from another entry point. Watch for them. After he ended the conversation, Rafe completed his run and tore off his skis before he entered the lodge and switched from boots to shoes and then bounded up the stairs to his office.

  Was war the better option?

  He’d been trying to avoid war with his rival pack to avoid unnecessary death. His beta wolf, Grayson, had convinced him that peace was the best option. However, Grayson’s negotiations with the Saccos had failed. And the Saccos had sneaked over the past few nights, committing infractions to hamper operations of the Franconia Mountain Ski Resort. Rafe was furious and only a hair’s breadth away from declaring war.

  He was an alpha, after all. He wouldn’t tolerate these assaults. He’d spent the past decade building up the resort with Grayson to the success it was today—a venture that allowed him and his wolf pack to live and prosper here in the mountains. During negotiations, the Saccos had dared demand Franconia Mountain as retribution for the death of one of their enforcers.

  How dare they ask for something they expended no energy in building? Rafe clenched his jaw. He thought he figured out why—they didn’t want the resort to exist at all. The backward pack preferred to live in nature. If they took control of the mountain, they’d let the wilderness take over the way it did in their territory. Trees would grow on the ski trails, cutting through the abandoned chair lifts. Rafe would tear apart every wolf in their pack before letting them destroy what he’d built.

  Minutes after he’d removed his ski boots and switched into a fur-lined pair, Grayson, who was both beta of the pack and CFO of the resort, entered his office. He was usually well-groomed, but he had growth on his face and bags under red eyes. Stress and lack of sleep were affecting all in the pack.

  “I smelled them too,” Grayson declared.

  Rafe slammed his fist on his desk. “The audacity.” He spat and shook his head. “Did you find any damage to equipment?”

  “No. It looked like they attempted to break through a lock, but weren’t successful.”

  Rafe scowled. “They might return to finish the job.”

  “I have an enforcer who can guard the area.”

  Rafe cocked his head. They were already spread thin along the mountain. “Who?”

  “Damon.”

  “Damon?” he repeated with a surprised flinch.

  Damon was the enforcer who had fought the Sacco wolf—and fortunately, he’d won. When the Saccos had demanded his head, Rafe and Grayson had told him to leave with his new mate for their safety until the situation was resolved.

  “Once he learned that negotiations had failed, he returned, eager to do his part to defend the pack.”

  Rafe nodded. “Yes, station him near the main lift tonight. I have a feeling they’ll be back.”

  “Will do, Alpha,” Grayson replied.

  “And if anyone catches a Sacco, hold them for me.”

  Mila

  “Are you sure you can do this?” Mila’s father, the alpha of the Sacco pack, asked her.

  Tonight was Mila’s turn to head over to Franconia territory. One of her packmates had found an unguarded access point where they could slip in each night to sabotage the resort’s operations, eventually forcing them to shut down.

  What a sweet image. Franconia Mountain would return to the way it was meant to be, as part of the forest, not stripped bare of trees so humans could parade over it with ridiculous narrow strips beneath their feet. The Franconia pack had lost their way as wolves by selling themselves out to humans.

  “I am, Father,” Mila replied in a solemn tone.

  She yearned to make him proud. He made no secret that he wanted a son to carry on the pack after his death, but after her mother died in childbirth, that possibility died with her. She was his mate, and he had no desire to mate with another, even to create another heir. Instead, he let the loss of his mate turn him into an angry and bitter alpha.

  Still, he was her father, and she wanted to prove to him that she was just as capable and worthy of leading the pack.

  He would have preferred that she mated with one of the shifters of the pack, especially his beta, Lars, but she had no interest in doing so—especially with Lars. They had zero sparks. If she was going to commit herself to someone, couldn’t she at least have that magical connection of a true mate?

  Mila waited until nightfall before she left her cabin in the forest. As she trudged through the trees, she stripped off her clothing and shifted to wolf form. She bounded through the woods over to Franconia territory. This should be a quick mission. She visualized returning to her pack and declaring that her job was a success.

  She bounded across the snow-covered lands. Too many Franconia enforcers patrolled the borderline, so she veered down through the forests, concealed by the shadows and nightfall. The trek wasn’t straightforward, as she would have to run out of the forest and down the road so she could slip in from the other side of the village. She followed the directions that Victoria, a shifter from the Franconia pack who had defected to the Saccos, had provided. Mila didn’t like or trust Victoria. If she betrayed her pack, why should the Saccos trust her? She slinked around with her sneaky vibe and flirted with both Mila’s father and Lars. Was she so desperate to link up with a powerful member of a pack? Still, the information Victoria provided about the layout of the resort was valuable.

  As she approached the main road, she peered out for any humans driving by. Wolves were not known to live in the New Hampshire forest and it was better that they kept their existence secret. After all, humans were the most destructive creatures on earth, not only towards other species, but to themselves.

  Mila waited for the absence of any car headlights before she bounded across the road. She sniffed for any signs of a nearby Franconia as she hid in the shadows.

  Her heartrate escalated as she edged closer to the forbidden Franconia territory. Those ruthless shifters had broken the treaty and killed one of the Sacco enforcers, Alex, so they deserved the repercussions. Her pulse jolted with the final inches, and then she passed over.

  She followed the instructions given by one of her packmates for an optimal way to sneak through the village, back across the road, and down a path through trees into Franconia territory.

  Several minutes passed as she slipped by condos and developments that catered to the humans. She paused to examine her surroundings. After hearing so many negative reports about the Franconia pack and their garish lifestyle, she had to see for herself. Under the moonlight and stars, the brick buildings didn’t seem as hideous as she’d expected. Still, they’d gobbled up so much land to satiate their audacious lifestyle. What a shame. Those lands had once been covered by forests.

  She found the spot to cross back over the road and slipped in through a section covered with pine trees.

  She did it. Her success filled her with elation. Although it was only the first step, she had managed to cross successfully into Franconia territory without being detected.

  The lodges were ahead, and beyond it were the chairlifts that carried lazy humans up the mountain.

  Slipping by the base lodge, she approached her destination—a power grid.

  Mila scanned her surroundings once more for anyone who might observe her. The mountain was quiet. Sh
e trotted up the slant toward one of the power generators and then shifted to human form to better carry out her task using her hands. Although she was naked beneath the moon, no one was around to see her. A cool night breeze traveled over her flesh. With the lack of fur covering her, she wrapped her arms around herself. At least, she wasn’t as helpless as humans with their inability to withstand any cold. They’d be shivering without numerous layers of clothing.

  Still, Mila wasn’t crazy about bare feet in snow. She approached the shed door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Shoot. She attempted to force it open, but it didn’t budge. That wouldn’t thwart her since a rock might help her break through. After finding a sizable one near a pine tree, she returned to the shed and slammed the rock onto the lock. It took several attempts before she broke through. Once she succeeded, she threw the rock down and opened the door, facing a gray panel with all kinds of knobs. She didn’t know what she was looking at, but she didn’t have to know. What she had to do was destroy it. She reached for the rock she’d just dropped.

  A net covered her. Her heart locked up and she struggled against the covering. “What the—?”

  “Stop,” a massive shifter with shaggy brown hair warned. “You’re coming with me.”