Beloved Enemy Bl Novels & Stories

My palms began to twitch, longing to hit him across the face. "You have lied about your status to us and you have not mentioned how ruthless your Alpha is. Your Alpha might come and make war with us and wipe us out because of you and there would be nothing you will do about it. You could be an enemy for all we know but no one wants to consider the possibility.” "They do not consider the possibility because I am not an enemy! Keep your words and assumptions to yourself alone!" There was a pause and in the silence, my voice seemed to reverberate. I made to walk away for the second time but his hand reached out and grabbed me firmly by the elbow.

Matthew paused to watch the spot in front of him as if there was something very interesting going on there, but soon he turned those maniac eyes that I hated with a passion back onto my frame. “Imagine trusting an enemy with your enemy. And you know what they say Freya, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Greyson made the mistake of transporting me in the hands of someone that wanted his downfall as much as I did and thankfully I had a twin that was willing to switch places with me.

I wonder most times how she was able to love me as much as she loved her own biological daughter. 'What is the meaning of the enemy within?' 'It can mean a lot. Why are you asking?' 'The head cleaner today told me that a storm was coming and that I should be more wary of the enemy within.' 'The head cleaner?' April asked. She was previously not paying much attention but when I started talking about the head cleaner she paid attention. 'Yes' I answered her. Bella took a deep breath. 'I have heard rumors around the pack that the head cleaner has the gift of vision.'

My blood freezes, "One little swipe, and lover boy goes down. Oh, Valencia told me about that, by the way. You managed to get some Royal Alpha dick after all, huh, Callista? Perks of being the stealer, I guess." "Fine," I say, my voice shuddering. I release Valencia, who slumps against the wall. I turn to her, letting my disbelief show on my face. "I can't believe you sold Theon out to a man who is willing to kill him. I thought you loved him!" Valencia raises her gaze to look at mine. "The enemy of my enemy," she grits out, "Is my friend." "You're a disgrace and you are stupid. He’s Theon’s enemy as well, or are you too far gone into your own delusions to see that?" I ask.

“No way. Don’t tell me it was—was it the Shadowfang guy? That Alpha??” Kaela rubbed her temples. “His name’s Ronan.” “Oh my f***ing moon. You are bonded.” Kaela shot her a glare. “I didn’t choose it.” “No one ever does,” Lira whispered. “But holy shit, Kael... that’s dangerous.” Kaela nodded, quiet now. Later that day, during patrol drills, Kaela noticed it again — the whispers. Not just about her. About everything. A scout from the eastern border was late.

I could either run south, passing the lands of other Sarendonia packs until I reached the neutral kingdom of Dagonrel, or I could choose north and find myself in Korendorr—the kingdom of our enemy. Alpha Callum might have been dead and his Moon Shadow Pack destroyed, but it sure as three hells didn't deem their lands safe. On the other hand, should I choose south, I would have to get through the lands of Jarith's countless allies and supporters… I felt Jarith's gaze on me and slowly turned to face him. He locked his blue eyes on me. ‘Are you all right, my love?’

"I could arrange a feast to welcome her in our pack if you want." I scoffed. "And what? Kill her?" His smile disappeared into thin air. "I had a conversation with your grandfather, and he told me about your mate," he said. "Her mother betrayed me, which means that your mate is an enemy of our pack as well as a threat to us, Rendall. If you can't end her life, I'll do it for you—"

The beam of his flashlight had landed on something buried beneath mud and weeds. A gravestone. Half-hidden. Weathered. Forgotten. Celine approached slowly. Her stomach tightening. The guard wiped away years of dirt. Words emerged. Names. Dates. An inscription. And suddenly nobody was breathing anymore. Because the gravestone didn't belong to Sebastian Wolfe. Or Victor Kane. It belonged to someone else. Someone whose name made Adrian physically stagger backward. Someone he clearly recognized. Someone Celine had never heard of. ELIAS KANE. Beloved Son. 1998–2006.

His scarred face twisted with anger. “This is ridiculous!” He pointed directly at Serafina. “She’s our enemy! She murdered Black Fang’s warriors! And now we’re applauding her?” The cheering stopped. Silence returned. The older warrior glared at Darius. “Alpha, with respect... your claim protects her life.” His gaze shifted back to Serafina. “But it does not earn her out trust.” Several warriors nodded. Others remained uncertain. The tension returned instantly. Serafina lowered her eyes. Of course. This was the reaction she expected. She had almost forgotten. No matter what she did, she would always be the assassin.

Olga cut him off as she grew obnoxious and insisted on his feelings for her, yelling, "Never think about the past because it is all gone, and maybe never make the same mistake again because we are in a new era with modern technologies and lifestyles. What we need to do is work hard to be productive, move on, forgive our enemies for their wrongdoings against us, and have the spirit of forgetfulness because God, who teaches us to love others the way we love ourselves, right?" Adding, “Ethan, God wants us to love our adversaries, pardon those who have wronged us, and make amends for everything that others have done to us." He goes on to say, "In the letter of one apostle, he says, 'Do not take