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AKLAN

Author: Lolaa V
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-20 06:58:32

Dawn came too early.

It always did.

The faint gold bleed of sunlight filtered through the curtains as I rolled out of bed, I dragged a hand over my face. My body ached from yesterday’s drills and Valora’s particular brand of distraction. I pulled on my running clothes, black shorts, a fitted shirt, and new sneakers, as I tried to shake off the image of Rivan sitting on that fallen oak, his cryptic words about a “red wolf” echoing in my head. What the hell did he mean?

Rivan’s voice had felt too real, too raw like he was panicking. The red wolf. What the hell did he mean by that?

I pushed the thought aside, grabbed my running gear, and slipped out into the hallway. The academy’s dorm corridors were still half-dark, the kind of quiet only broken by the hum of magic in the air. My steps echoed softly against the marble floors until I stopped in front of Kiyan’s door.

And sure enough I heard moaning. Loud, breathy and unashamed.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and groaned. “For fuck’s sa
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  • MATED TO THE ENEMY   ROSALIND

    By the time dinner was over and the sun began sinking behind the western towers of Norsen, all I wanted was a bed, a blanket, and the sweet, comforting silence of not having to think about Aklan for even five seconds.Ferna, Elsie, and I made our way down the long stone pathway toward our dorm wing. The courtyard lanterns were lighting themselves one by one, reacting to the fall of night, and the air was pleasantly cool. The kind of cool that made your shoulders relax even after the most stressful day.Elsie was recounting some ridiculous story about how her Lycan noble lover had tried to impress her by lifting a boulder the size of a cow, only for it to roll and nearly crush his foot. Ferna was wheezing with laughter loud enough to echo off the brick walls.And I… I was laughing too.A real laugh.The kind I hadn’t felt in days. For a moment, a tiny, fragile moment, Aklan disappeared from my mind entirely. No memories of his hands on me. No phantom heat blooming in my stomach. No

  • MATED TO THE ENEMY   ROSALIND

    They kept talking, or more likely, Elsie spoke, Ferna lectured, but their voices started to drift into background static because a scent cut through the air like a blade.The same scent that has crowded my senses ever since the day of the festival. Citrus. Warm earth. Heat.Aklan.My head snapped up before I could stop myself. I no longer had control over my own body.And there he was.Walking into the cafeteria, like the entire building should rearrange itself around him, broad shoulders, sweat-damp hair, that aura that sucked the oxygen from every room. He looked exhausted, irritated, and unfairly beautiful, and then—His eyes locked onto mine.It wasn’t subtle, wasn’t accidental. It was instant, sharp, like someone grabbing me by the spine.His gaze hit me so hard my breath stuttered in my throat.And I swear, I swear on every god of the nine realms, his chest rose just a little faster when he saw me. Like, he hated that he had been looking for me. Like, he hated that he found me.

  • MATED TO THE ENEMY   ROSALIND

    Lunch was supposed to be simple.Just… lunch. A plate of food, my two friends, and one quiet hour where I could pretend my brain wasn’t a chaotic battlefield of memories I absolutely did not ask for.Ferna and Elsie sat across from me, chattering like nothing in the world had shattered.This was the first lunch we’d managed to have together since Aklan became my personal tormentor, and I was doing a spectacular job of pretending I was fine.But my fork had been dragging the same stripe through my mashed potatoes for so long that the grooves looked like an artist’s sketch. I kept trying to eat, truly, but each time the fork rose toward my mouth, my stomach tightened. Not from nausea, but from the humiliating, unbearable, pulse-deep reminder of what Aklan had done to me the last time we trained.I was not fine.Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that changing room:His mouth bruising mine, his hand under my bra, thumb rolling over my nipple until I forgot my own name, his finger

  • MATED TO THE ENEMY   AKLAN

    “Hi”, she said, carefully approaching me with that hungry look. Her gaze was firmly placed on the barely there boner that rocked my towel.I smiled, trying to cover up my irritation. “Valora. Hey!”“Aklan,” she said, with that soft, breathy voice she always used when she wanted something. “Why have you been avoiding me since the other night?”Avoiding her. Right. It could only count as avoidance if she ever came to mind in the time we hadn’t spoken, so no, I wasn’t avoiding her; she just simply stopped existing in my subconscious.I grabbed a towel and wiped my face, giving myself a few seconds before I answered. If she knew how close I was to ripping the walls down with my bare hands just from trying not to think about Rosalind, she’d probably choke on her own spiteful laughter.“I haven’t been avoiding you,” I said, keeping my tone even. “I’ve just been taking some time to clear my head.”Her brows pulled together, not convinced. She moved closer, each step slow, deliberate—like a

  • MATED TO THE ENEMY   AKLAN

    Rut season had hit me like a warhammer, and it had never happened before, never once in twenty-three years had I totally lost control the way I did with Rosalind, because I’d never known what it meant to have a mate.Now I did.And I couldn’t touch her.Nobody told me how painful it was not to be able to have the only person ever fibre of your being wanted. I was finding out the hard way. The shower cascaded down my body as steam rolled off my skin from the amount of heat my body had gathered. I was simply dying inside, all of my senses were heightened, my muscles tensed, and all of my blood rushed to one place in particular. I looked down at myself, and it was rock hard, hot, unyielding, and now showing any signs of softening any time soon. I had tried everything possible to get myself to calm down, but it just wasn’t working; nothing worked.Cold water, hot water, my own hand. Nothing eased the pressure. The only thing my body yearned for was Rosalind. I needed her like I needed

  • MATED TO THE ENEMY   ROSALIND

    My skin buzzed with an electric current that ran from the tip of my fingers to the end of my toes, my heart raced, and my entire body screamed yes while my mind whispered no, No, no, no—He broke away first, almost as though he could hear my thoughts, stepping back like he’d been burned.“Try it on me,” he said roughly, trying to regulate his breathing.His voice wasn’t steady.Neither was my sanity.I tried it once, twice, ten times.He blocked me effortlessly each time until suddenly he didn’t.On my eleventh try, I managed to twist his arm, leverage his balance, and pin him by the throat against the wall, mirroring the exact position he’d put me in.For one suspended heartbeat, I was proud. Proud that there was a fighting chance, that there was hope I could one day beat him.Then I realized where his hands were.On my waist.They were firm, possessive, hot enough to sear through fabric and skin and bone.He stared down at me like he had never seen me before, like I was something i

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