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My Fated Enemy

My Fated Enemy

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By:  MadlainQCompleted
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Werewolf

Alpha

Brave

Betrayal

Hate to Love

Revenge

Kaira has always been able to see glimpses of the future, but even her powers couldn't save her from Alpha Jarith's betrayal. She was supposed to become his Luna—his Queen. Little did she know that the love of her life wanted her dead. She managed to escape, but the road to her safe haven led through the lands of her greatest enemies. She thought that death would finally claim her, but the Fates placed an unexpected savior on her path… Alpha Dearon was the Angel of Death and the Demon of Lust combined. The soon-to-be king of the broken kingdom wished for nothing more than to keep Kaira by his side. She tried to resist. She knew how reckless it was, but she couldn't walk away. Finally, she surrendered to her desires, letting him heal her once-broken heart, even knowing their happiness wouldn't last… Now she's running out of time, and every breath brings her closer to her end. The secrets can no longer stay hidden, and her true identity is about to be revealed. This is the game she cannot win, but higher powers force her to risk it all. Will the Fates bond them together or forever taint their hearts with hatred?

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Chapter 1

Premonition

I pause for a moment to adjust my uncomfortable high heeled shoe. It's black to match my waitresses’ uniform which I honestly find to be too provocative for what is supposedly an upscale restaurant. Sex sells I guess, not that I would ever let a customer touch me that way.

 

Borderline is one of the few places in the city that allows both normal customers and Magics, so despite the long hours, barely adequate pay and uncomfortable uniform, it is perfect for me as one of the only places that will hire someone who is marked but has no marketable magic skills.

 

Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. While labelling everyone according to their species might seem concerning, it actually saves a lot of lives. Most species have weaknesses that are much easier to avoid if they aren't shoved in your face by some oblivious person who has no idea the damage they're causing.

 

I don't know a lot about the marks themselves, only that they are applied magically and that everyone has one unless they are one hundred percent, normal human. Normal humans make up about fifty percent of the population in big cities like this.

 

Some magics are easy to identify. Shifters inherit their abilities from their parents, so they are marked as Shifters from birth on their arms with varying marks depending on their individual species. Witches and Sorcerers also inherit their power from their parents and are easily identified. People like me however are harder to categorise.

 

I was left outside the hospital for magical beings when I was only a few hours old. After days of tests to confirm I was not any of the known species but that I did in fact have magic. I was marked as an unknown. Now that might sound all cool and mysterious but believe me it is not. Humans and Magics don't tend to get along all that well. No humans will accept me because I am marked as a Magic, and no Magics will accept me because I don't fit in with any of their groups.

 

I can't even find any other unknowns in this city as most people get their marks adjusted as soon as they are old enough to identify their powers for themselves. My life is not so easy. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. For this reason, I have been unable to get my mark adjusted. This might not be a problem if my magic was something dramatic and powerful that demanded respect, but this is not the case.

 

I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless.

 

My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Now when people think of the threads of fate they always think of the red thread that is meant to tie them to their destined soul mate and blah blah blah. Yes I can see them. But there are other threads too, in different colours with different meanings.

 

There are blue threads connecting people which seem to represent that the pair are fated to be friends. This doesn't mean they won't have other friends or anything like that. Just that those specific people are destined to meet and that they will become close friends eventually.

 

Another thread is the black one. This one shows up between people who are fated to be enemies. I tend to avoid people who display too many of these threads. If someone has a lot of fated enemies they probably aren't the kind of person I want to be around anyways.

 

Occasionally I come across other threads, but I don't always know what they mean, and since I don't exactly have a guide book with colour coded charts I have no idea how to figure it out unless I plan to stalk people and their friends and figure out the relationships between them all.

 

I suspect that green threads are for fated mentor/mentee relationships. I often see them connecting young people to old, students to teachers or children to grandparents. The only other thread I am fairly sure of is white. I rarely see people with white threads, and when I do they tend to be doctors, fire fighters or other do-gooder types. My best guess is that they are fated to save the people they are tied to with white threads.

 

I see these threads constantly and it is a confusing mess, all the threads twisted around each other. Sometimes people mix up their blue threads with their red threads and end up in relationships that are doomed to fail. A lot of people have only one or two threads, or sometimes none at all. No one ever has more than one red thread though. One soul mate per person, no need to be greedy.

 

My saving grace is that I don't see the threads between people unless the two people are fairly close by each other, say a few blocks maybe. I don't know if I can see my own threads. I never have before, but that doesn't mean anything. I might not have any, or maybe I have never been close enough to anyone for my threads to be visible before.

 

I'm fairly sure that everyone has a red thread, even if they haven't met the person yet. I can also tell if the people whose fate is predicted by the thread have already met. If the thread is light and floaty like it's caught in a breeze, I know that they have not run into each other and solidified the relationship yet. If it is more solid and the thread is tight, I know that they have.

 

Now this might sound like a cool ability. It really isn't that great. Fate knows what it's doing and doesn't need any help from me, so basically all I can do is watch the threads and judge people silently for things they don't even know exist. Aside from being pretty useless as far as abilities go, it is also pretty distracting.

 

It's hard to pay attention to someone's face when you are busy staring at the shiny threads that are trailing off from their hearts which no one else can see. For the most part, I try to ignore them. As I am a bit of a social reject, most people don't go out of their way to interact with me when they can avoid it. Because of the threads, I have a bit of a reputation at work as a daydreamer.

 

The sleeves of my work top are long which cover my mark. The swirling patterns in my mark are supposed to represent the threads of fate, there are three of them in red, black and white. The mark is actually quite pretty but it is nothing compared to seeing the real threads. Still, at work I keep it covered and as long as people don't look too closely at me, I usually can pass for an ordinary human which makes serving human customers far easier than serving the Magics who tend to be stuck up towards humans.

 

I have rather pale skin and I am quite average in height and physique. My hair is straight and long, down past my waist. It is a dark midnight blue colour which most people assume is dyed but upon close inspection it is clear that I never have any regrowth or anything like that because it is in fact my natural hair. My matching eyebrows are another clue.

 

My eyes are also blue but they are so pale that most people think they are colourless. If I didn't have pupils I would probably look completely blind. They make people uncomfortable as they look a bit unnatural. It is for this reason that I have developed a habit of staring at the floor when I greet customers. This might be a problem in a human establishment, but in a place where Shifters and other Magics frequent it is almost expected as a way to avoid any confrontations or battles of dominance.

 

I did try wearing contacts a few months back but I found them too uncomfortable, besides, it would be too expensive for me to maintain. A throat clearing behind me jerks me from my brooding and I almost stumble as I turn on the spot in my high heels. I definitely lack the grace that some Magics are naturally blessed with.

 

I cringe slightly under the glare of my shift manager Anthony. I must have paused longer than I thought. I straighten my back and grab the tray of dirty dishes I had placed down a minute ago and continue on my way to the kitchen to swap it for a tray of food to deliver to table twenty.

 

I am just placing the last glass of wine down in front of a coven of Witches who are in the middle of their monthly 'girls night' when I notice for the first time, a blue thread drifting gently from my own chest. I slip with the glass and accidentally spill a little wine. Luckily the Witches are already sloshed enough not to notice my blunder.

 

I subtly wipe away the spill before hurrying away from their table. I trace my eyes along the thread. It is leading out the door of Borderline and out onto the street. I ache to follow it and meet whoever it is attached to. Due to my odd marking I have never really had any good friends, at least not since I was a kid. A fated friend is pretty much my dream come true.

 

For a moment, I consider ditching the last couple hours of my shift and going anyway. But it is a Saturday night and we are only halfway through the dinner rush. I would lose my job which I really need. I take a deep breath and remind myself that the thread means it is fated. I will meet and befriend the person eventually, even if I don't go searching for them.

 

I resign myself to waiting and hope that the person doesn't take too long to meet me. I've been lonely for a long time. Aside from having no real friends, I don't even date. In fact the idea is laughable. Even if there were someone willing to date me, I can see that there is no red thread between us which basically means the relationship is ultimately doomed. Even worse, I can see their actual red thread which means I know who they should be with.

 

No, dating is definitely impossible. I will just have to wait until my red thread appears.

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As always, you have an amazing story. Ready for the next one!
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I’m sad the adventure is done but it was a great ride. You will love it too
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Thank you for sharing your talent of writing with your readers. Looking forward to reading more from you. xx
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MadlainQ you have become one of my favorite authors. You are an amazingly talented writer. I love the story of My Fated Enemy. I fell in love with all the characters and hated the villains. lol The story was truly captivating emotional funny exciting suspenseful and full of passion. xx
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132 Chapters
Premonition
KAIRA“Good morning, Luna Kaira!” Maryl sang, sashaying across my chamber.I slowly rose from my bed, releasing a long sigh. “I'm not the Luna, Maryl.” She gave me a knowing look, and a sheepish smile crept onto my lips. “At least not yet.”“But you will be.” The maid pulled back the heavy velvet curtains, letting in the early morning sun. “We all know Alpha Jarith will soon announce it officially.” She winked at me and added, “If the Moon Goddess hadn't taken away our bonds, I'm sure you and he would have turned out to be fated mates.”“I would have loved to feel we're destined to be together,” I admitted.“You are destined,” she assured. Then she smoothed her blond curls and walked over to my bed. “Alpha Jarith should have officially claimed you months ago, right after the Great Battle. You basically won this war for him. Not to mention that you were the one who killed Alpha Callum—not him.”I winced at her words. Only a few members of our pack knew the truth, but I was fine with Ja
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Escape
“Excellent. I was hoping to hear that.”I slowly turned toward Jarith, taking in every bit of smugness written on his face. My heart thundered against my ribcage, my pain and rage blending and growing stronger. My wolf roared, rushing me out of that room, away from the man who betrayed me. But I had already known how this scenario would end…I ground my teeth, struggling to put my hectic thoughts in order. I had always been able to see glimpses of the future. I had used them to guide me or choose the right strategy in the battle. My gift appeared in brief and vague premonitions but never in a vision as precise as the one I'd just had.I clenched the talisman hanging around my neck. I didn't believe it had any special powers. I valued it because it was the only thing I had left of my mother, but why would Jarith want it?The bastard didn't even spare me a glance as he casually discussed his upcoming marriage with the Fiery Mist Pack's elders. He dared laugh as he mentioned the mating c
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On The Run
Another shiver danced down my spine, and I glanced up at the dark sky. I shifted my gaze to the wolves before me. I had no chance against them. I could defeat one or two… but six? Not to mention, I would have to fight Alpha Jarith, too. My throat worked on a hard swallow. I looked at the sky again and heard more thunder roar. My powers whispered…I sucked in a sharp breath and lowered onto my front legs, adjusting my stance. ‘You want the talisman?’ I glanced at the sky before fixing my eyes on Jarith. ‘You will have to take it yourself, sick bastard.’I could have sworn his eyes blazed even brighter—blazed with hatred. He looked at the warriors flanking him, giving them an order. My breath froze in my chest as I watched the wolves lurch—I leaped back as the lightning struck one of the massive oak trees, tearing its trunk in two. A heartbeat passed, and the large tree fell where Jarith's warriors were. The vicious snarls turned into cries and whimpers as the trunk crushed their bones
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Damsel in Distress
I breathed in the scent of pine and the night's wind. I found it almost blissful. I inhaled again, and a soft smile curved my lips. A faint pain tensed my body, but it was strangely bearable. More than that… I wasn't cold.I opened my eyes and saw a bright linen fabric hovering above my head. A tent—I was inside a tent. It must have been dawning since the early sunrays slipped through the linen, illuminating the small space. Inhaling slowly, I looked around—looked at myself. I was lying on a soft blanket, covered with thick furs. Then I glanced underneath and noticed I was wearing a black tunic—a far too large tunic.My heart began to race. How the hells had I found myself in someone's tent? I lifted my aching body to sit and released a breath, gathering my thoughts. The black wolf… He saved my life. Was he the one who had brought me here?Sucking in a shaky breath, I rose to my feet and walked toward the flap before slowly stepping outside. My eyes instantly drifted to the dying camp
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The Mercenary
I stared at Dearon in disbelief. My body had already healed. I could fight, but becoming a mercenary? A few days ago, I would have laughed off such a proposal. I had been Jarith's main strategist. I had often been a squad commander in battles. The “me” from a few days ago would have been disgusted had I even considered killing rogues for money. The problem was that I might not have too many options.Dearon, Torin, Rafe, and Nazo clearly knew this territory. They could easily travel through Korendorr without raising any suspicions. Moreover, none of them knew I had killed Korendorr warriors. None of them knew who I was, which made traveling with them relatively safe…“Come on, Kaira.” Torin nudged my arm, his green eyes sparkling. “We could use a she-wolf in our group.” I gave him a look, and he quickly raised his hands in surrender. “I only meant I'd enjoy looking at your beautiful face… and not only at those uglies here.” He jerked up his chin, pointing at Rafe and Nazo.“Who do you
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In the Enemy's Land
I was sitting in the local tavern, a place run by Rosela—the lovely, old lady who had come earlier to greet us. She'd invited everyone, and by everyone, I meant at least half of the village. A long table had been formed, and Rosela led us to the top seats. The remaining seats were occupied by more than three dozen villagers, all keeping their eyes on us—on their Alpha.I kept reminding myself I need to breathe, I need to stay calm, but under the mask of serenity, I was on the verge of panic. This was a nightmare. I was supposed to lie low and find a place where I could be safe. Instead, I'd found myself in front of Sarendonia's greatest enemy. I was certain that the Fates had laughed their asses off when they'd decided to lead me here.“More potatoes, dear?” Andrea, Rosela's younger sister, didn't wait for my answer. She beamed at me and quickly shoved more potatoes onto my plate. That smiling woman had to be literally made of kindness. She had even given me some undergarments, leggin
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Led By Instincts
DEARONI was staring at the door at the end of the corridor, a door leading to the chamber where Kaira was. She had gone there merely minutes ago, and my wolf was already running circles in my head, driving me insane.Next to me, Torin murmured, “Do you think we scared her and now she's trying to run away?”“She has no reason to,” Nazo retorted before looking at Rafe. “Unless… that one over there has already managed to irritate her beyond limits.”“Hey!” Rafe frowned at him. “She likes me.”“Gods spare me…” Torin rolled his eyes.“I think she likes our Alpha more, though.” Angela giggled.“I like our Alpha, too,” crooned a red-haired she-wolf—Celadine, as I recalled. She leaned forward, presenting her quite impressive chest squeezed in a tight bustier. “Sadly, he doesn't visit us often.” She let out a dramatic sigh, the sound making my wolf snarl.Torin must have noticed my growing annoyance because he turned to Celadine and gave her a cold smile. “Whatever you're trying to do right n
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Truths and Lies
KAIRAA shiver danced down my spine, not an entirely unpleasant one. I looked into Dearon's deep blue eyes, saw the sultry smirk pulling at his lips. Had he just invited me to his inner circle? He was either even more reckless than I was, or this was some kind of a test, a wicked game of his.A heartbeat passed, and all eyes were on me. No pressure. This reminded me of one of the countless meetings I had participated in as Jarith's advisor. Just like then, I could easily sense the nearly palpable hostility radiating from some. Especially the two gray-haired men clearly didn't want my presence here.Exhaling slowly, I stepped toward the table and cleared my throat. “A political marriage…” I started, and the meeting with elders from the Fiery Mist Pack appeared in my mind. My stomach roiled, but I drew another breath and looked around the room. “Truthfully, it depends on the terms of the alliance… and mutual trust.”A man with a gray beard and nearly white hair tied at the back of his ne
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Need
Angela's words rang in my head long hours after our conversation had ended. She knew I had come from Sarendonia. Should Dearon or the members of the council learn about it, I would be killed on the spot, especially after everything I had learned about the Korendorr's army and the potential political marriage…Groaning in frustration, I dragged my fingers through my hair and sat on the bed. Rosela had given me a cozy room for the night. It even had an adjoining bath chamber with a fireplace where I could heat water to fill the tub. I knew I should have used this opportunity and rested well before the long travel, but I could hardly relax. My muscles remained tense even after a hot bath, and my heart kept hammering despite the exhaustion I felt.I looked at the window. Gods, perhaps it would have been safer for me to run away from here, but knowing how many rogues lurked in those woods, I knew this wasn't a good choice either. “Two weeks… It's not that long, right?” I muttered, staring
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Bait
DEARONWe were riding through the western line of the Fuar Woods for more than twelve hours, and we had yet to detect at least the faintest rogue odor. Those fuckers must have moved elsewhere, perhaps closer to the villages. I wouldn't dare hope we had somehow managed to wipe them all out. I knew that those fuckers were still a threat to those who lived in the area.I glanced at Kaira riding on my left. She was oddly quiet and hardly ever looked at me, but whenever our eyes met, a slight blush colored her cheeks. I pulled the reins, slowing Nox's pace to line up with her. “You're all right?” I asked, studying her.Her lips twitched into a quickly fading half smile, her eyes on the nearby trees. “Yes.” Another curt response.I slowly surveyed her long legs clad in black leggings. “How fast can you run?”She blinked, finally turning to me. “Why do you ask?”A smirk pulled at my lips. “Answer, and I'll tell you.”She released a heavy sigh. “Fast. I used to outrun most of the warriors in
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