All Chapters of MATED TO THE ENEMY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The journey was a smooth one, we got to my new residence of choice a few minutes before the gates were closed for the day. The gates of Norsen Military Academy rose like the jaws of some ancient beast—iron and carved stone, etched with runes older than my bloodline.My father hopped out first and opened the trunk. “Leave the heavy ones. I’ve got them,” he said, already hauling out my overstuffed bags like they weighed nothing. I grabbed the smaller pack and my weapons case before he could insist on those too.The academy building loomed ahead—gray stone, banners hanging from the high arches, students in various uniforms milling about. My father walked beside me, carrying most of my belongings with that silent, stubborn pride he always wore like armor. We pushed through the massive doors into the front hall.The front desk was manned—ruled, actually by a woman who looked like she had sour mangoes for breakfast. She didn’t bother to glance up when we approached.“Hi, good afternoon” I s

I could not make myself look away, could not tear my eyes away from him, not daring to blink. He was there—solid, terrible, breathing and every grain of me tuned itself to the slow rise and fall of his chest like it was the only thing left that mattered. I didn’t dare blink, as if the moment my lids closed he might be gone, and everything that had kept me alive for the last four years would evaporate with him.Elsie giggled beside me, nudging Ferna. “See? I knew she would fall in love with him the second she sees him. One look and she’s done.”Ferna chuckled, but her voice was low, almost wary. “That’s not the look of someone in love, Elsie. That’s the look of someone about to set him on fire.”I wanted to tell them both to shut up. I wanted to tell them that love had nothing to do with the brittle tightness in my ribs, the way my teeth suddenly felt too loud behind my closed mouth. I wanted to tell them the truth: the heat in my chest was not tenderness. It was a volcanic thing, at o

I strode into the cafeteria, the familiar hum of chatter and clinking trays filling the air. Kiyan, my beta, was at my side, his amber eyes glinting with that annoying mischief he never seemed to shake. We made our way to our usual spot, a table near the tall windows overlooking the east courtyard, where the morning light spilled across the polished wood. It was prime real estate, close enough to the food line but far enough from the chaos of the first-years scrambling for seats. I dropped into my chair, leaning back with a sigh, already dreading the day.The air was thick with the scent of baked bread, sweat, and too many wolflings who didn’t know how to mask their scents yet. Norsen’s elite were scattered across the room, laughing, gossiping, pretending they weren’t all here because war and politics had left the world desperate for soldiers.Kiyan slid into the seat across from me, his grin wider than usual. “You’ve got a new fan girl,” he said under his breath, voice threaded with

The second the door to Valora’s room clicked shut, she was on me, her hands shoving me against the wall with a force that made the wood creak. Her lips crashed into mine, hungry and relentless, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pressed her body closer. I couldn’t help the low giggle that escaped into the kiss, the sudden intensity catching me off guard.I laughed against her mouth, half caught off guard, half entertained. “What’s gotten into you?”She drew back just enough to murmur, “What do you mean?”I tilted my head, watching her through half-lidded eyes. “We spent the night together. I left your room just this morning, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in weeks. Didn’t think you’d be this—” I smirked. “Insatiable.”Her answering grin was slow, predatory. “Maybe I am. Maybe I need you too often for my own good.”I could’ve laughed again if it didn’t sound so true.She stepped back, her movements deliberate as she made a show of undressing. The purple corset dress she

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