All Chapters of Fated to My Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

RavenTwenty years old, five foot nine, and only eighty-eight pounds…No matter how thin I was, no matter how many of my ribs I could count, it was never enough in my father’s eyes. To him, I was a vile, gluttonous child whose body would never appeal to an alpha. That was my sole purpose, after all: ensuring an alpha would choose me as his Luna.Every day I was trapped between the hunger pangs in my belly and the skin-crawling anxiety that if I took just one bite too many, my father would take the cane to my mother again.And her pain was worse than anything he could have done to me.My stomach felt as though it was caving in on itself. My hands shook with the effort of eating, but I knew this would be my only real meal for the day.It was a struggle just to lift the spoon to my chapped lips, my body was so weak.I heard my father snap his fingers. I didn’t dare take another spoonful as a servant came and took the bowl from me. Every extra sip would be taken out on my mother.“Disgust

RavenTwo weeks after the banquet, I stood frozen in my bathroom, staring at the plastic white pregnancy test in my hands. Two pink strips showed.Pregnant. My first time, and I’d gotten pregnant.My hand trembled, and my lips curled back in a snarl. Hot tears prickled at my eyes, and, furious, I threw the test into the door behind me.It clattered to the floor as I raked my fingers painfully into my hair. My breaths came too fast and my heartbeat raced.Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could I have let this happen?This was bad. This was beyond bad. I’d prayed to the Goddess to give me a mate who could help me escape, and instead she’d given me a child I couldn’t care for.Did she have no mercy for me?I needed to get to my mother. She’d know what to do, and, if she didn’t, she’d hold me and tell me everything would be okay.Even if it wasn’t true, it would bring me comfort.Lost in my frustration and fear, I didn’t hear the door to the bathroom open.“What is this?” my half-sister’s disg

RavenThe scouts sat in a circle around me as I waited for Ethan to return. They watched me like statues, still and never blinking. I feared they’d attack me as soon as I dropped my guard.I refused to let them see that fear, though. I stood with my head held high, proud but not arrogant, and kept my eyes straight ahead. I forced myself to keep my breaths even and my hands soft at my side.I was still the daughter of an Alpha, after all. And their ruler was my mate. I would not let their soft growls deter me from helping my mother and my unborn child.We waited for what felt like hours. The air was eerily still around us, as though the world waited for the Alpha’s decision as well.Finally, Ethan returned. He stepped between the scouts and up to me before transforming. I didn’t flinch as his tall human form glared down at me.“The Alpha will not see you,” he said, lips pulled into a tight frown. “No Cross is welcome in our lands.”My heart stopped for a moment as I searched his face.

RavenSix years later….I scrubbed the bartop as a couple left for the night. It was a busy Friday night at my restaurant, and pride swelled in me as another duo of rogues came and took the spots the couple had vacated.“Evening Raven,” one of them said. “The usual for us, if you would!”“Always a pleasure Ryan,” I said as I poured their beers. “Anything from the kitchen?”“Give us a minute love, we just got here!” the other, Paul, teased.I smiled as I handed them their drinks. Little moments like this were why I’d wanted to start the restaurant in the first place. Rogues had so few opportunities for connection like this – they weren’t welcome in establishments owned by other packs.It felt good to give us a place to be comfortable, well-fed and content in each other’s company.Growing up, I’d always thought rogues were a grimy bunch, hidden in the shadows and waiting for a stray pack wolf to steal from. When Grant, the Rogue King, had saved me five years ago, though, I’d learned to

MarcusEver since that day at the Cross mansion, I’d regretted snapping at Zane. My sweet wolf, wise beyond his years. I’d been so consumed with taking revenge on Frank Cross that I’d ignored my own wolf’s advice.He’d warned me that Lexi didn’t seem right. He hadn’t felt that connection with her. And I’d doubted him because of the curse, because I had been consumed with the joy of destroying my enemy.And he’d been right in the end – she wasn’t my Fated Mate. If she was, he wouldn’t have weakened further. I’d let my revenge get between me and my closest partner.Over the six years since that day, I’d heard from Zane less and less. While he’d always been a sensitive creature, he used to crack jokes and whisper witty one-liners to me. He used to be passionate about trying new hobbies and meeting new wolves, curious about history trivia and random science facts.His zest for life had always annoyed me. Now, though, I felt hollow without him.He was growing weaker. I hadn’t been able to