Targeted by Temptation

I shouldn't even look at him. He belongs to the enemy. He can never be mine. But my wolf calls him mine. How long can I resist?My task is simple: Go into Stravon territory, deliver the new treaty, and leave. No negotiations. No meetings. No violence. Done.If only it were that easy.I made the mistake of going to the local human club to let off some steam. I couldn't possibly step on any toes there, right? Wrong. When I scent the Beta of the Stravon Pack, I decide to leave out the back, making a wrong turn into a storeroom. The most glorious scent fills my senses and I know, without a single second's hesitation, my mate is here. And he is there . . . hiding behind some boxes and begging me to help him.It isn't until we are in my car that I discover that he belongs to the Stravon Pack heir apparent. My mate is their arranged husband to be and I may have just started a war.Contains mature themes.