Polar

"We're mates, aren't we?"
The gorgeous male whips around to face me. He opens his mouth to speak but seems at a loss for words, so he simply nods. My heart hammers in my chest. Damn it. Of all days, I had to find him today. I know what I have to say, but my heart breaks at the hopeful look in his eyes. I close my eyes.
Get a grip, Genevieve. He's arrogant. He's an asshole. He can't be mine and I can't be his.
"We cannot be together," I whisper, though I know he can hear it with his fae/angel ears.
I open my eyes when I hear the sound of my tent flap opening. There's a flash of the white of his wings and then my mate is gone.
"That went well," I say to myself bitterly.

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The conflict between Corinia and Polar has been going on for centuries, but when a meeting meant to bring peace to the nations ends in bloodshed, war breaks out.

Genevieve Atonal fights for Corinia. An orphan from a young age, the army is all she knows. She has everything that she needs in Corinia. A few close friends, her brother and high rank within the army. The only thing left that Gen needs to have the life that she wants is for the war between Corinia and Polar to end... but what if she's been fighting for the wrong side this whole time?

Enter Eliah Madrid, Prince of Polar. Tall, handsome, powerful and proud. Everything a female could want in a mate. Any female except Gen who swore off mates years ago.

A tale of fae, angels, werewolves and many other creatures, and a slow-burn mated enemies to lover's romance in the middle of a war.