Beloved Enemy Bl Novels & Stories

When I finished speaking, he folded his arms slightly. “Hm…” he muttered thoughtfully. “Do you have any enemy in mind, Alpha Iskander?” The question wasn’t unreasonable. But it made my silence heavier. Because immediately, one name surfaced in my mind. Verek. Alpha of Bloodbath Moon Pack. My long-standing enemy. A man I had clashed with more times than I could count. Battles, betrayals, ambushes… nothing between us had ever been clean. Even though things had been quiet for years, it didn’t mean peace existed between us. It only meant silence before another storm.

he stated matter-of-factly. “How could you repay her loyalty by locking her up in the dungeon for days just because she tried to protect you and the pack from the enemy?” “Lyra was not an enemy. She was my mate.” “And yet, she is the daughter of our enemy, Alpha Max, the same man responsible for the death of your parents,” he countered. “The same man who came into our pack by night and slaughtered our people whilst we made merry. How can you let such a man's daughter come any closer to you?”

Leon had sent the kid to me. After telling him what we were. The Leon Ralis I knew would never do that without some purpose behind it. Adrian was no kind of threat, physical or otherwise, to me. He was not even workable as a honeytrap. Not with what Leon knew about me. Not with who the boy was – my enemy’s very own baby brother. I was Adrian’s mentor, however coerced. I was not the first; I would likely not be the last.

ZAC'S POV Ria hands me the figurine when I reach her room and I take it and turn it over in my palm. The wood is dark and dense and the carving is rough but deliberate. The pattern notched into the base is a specific one and I recognize it because I made it my business years ago to know the markings of every neighboring pack. This one belongs to Black Hallow. It is the kind of marker they leave for enemies they are tracking and someone inside my pack placed it on her pillow while she slept two corridors away from my chamber.

And one from the archives—Lucien’s assistants had uncovered a prophecy hidden in the folds of a forgotten scroll. Aria read the last line aloud: > “When the marked one bears the enemy’s bond, the end shall bend—but not break. Unless… she chooses the flame.” Kael stood beside her, jaw clenched. “The enemy’s bond.” He didn’t have to say it. They both knew what it meant. Her mark. His blood. The prophecy didn’t see them as allies—it saw them as contradictions. Lucien lowered his gaze. “You’re not supposed to love him.”

"I know where Bane is keeping her." "Why would you help me after everything?" "I'm not helping you." Her smile holds no warmth whatsoever. "I'm killing Bane." "Your vendetta with me hasn't ended just because..." "Isn't with you anymore." Something dark crosses her scarred face. "Bane killed three of my rogues who refused to help him capture your mate. Hung their bodies at my border as a warning." The enemy of my enemy is my ally, at least temporarily. I don't say it out loud because I don't need to.

If friends should always be close, then enemies should be closer because their existence is neatly hidden. The enemy is in the blanket. The real enemy could be the person in the organization who wants destruction for personal gain. The friendly faces they showed were just disguises to gain my trust. All this time I was silent, but that does not mean that I did not know the suspicious movements and plans that they made. One of them is Sarah. That bitch Beta is nothing more than a whore assigned to kill Damelza because they know she's my Omega, and I'm definitely weak when it comes to her.

An enemy of my enemy is a friend. I recall little of how I got to be with them because I spent years consumed in hate and grief as a little boy. They took me in because I had no family left. Maybe they felt pity for me, but I grew up to understand that nothing is for free. I’m just a tool in their plan for revenge and I’m happy to comply. We might have different reasons for wanting to destroy the Toranes, and I don’t care. All I care about is seeing them destroyed and on their knees.

“We are just going to need to be patient. Killing him will only have them send over a new enemy, and we all have a saying ‘an enemy that you know is always better than one that you don’t. And I think that the two of us know very well that we have a lot to deal with for us to be willing to handle strangers right now.” “The issue is, Leonardo, I knew as a friend, and the idea of accepting that he is an enemy is not one that I am able to fit in my head. I mean, how long has he been fooling me? Does the family know? His mom and dad? The number of questions are just bothering me more than ever, and I can’t even go and see or contact any of them because I know that ONE wrong word or move could be

“Stop being kind to your enemies, they are going to take advantage of you” TBC