Beloved Enemy Novels & Stories

I don't actually know what started the whole thing, only rumors about how our ancestors betrayed each other. It was tiring that the rivalry was still ongoing, even though it wasn't a big deal anymore. Despite the fact that I hate the feud, I actually contribute to it by constantly insulting and goading the Alpha anytime we meet. I watch as my mom pulls my dad to a couch so she could calm him down. My dad's beta stood to a side glaring at some teenagers. My dad leaves with his beta, and the teenagers are left with my mom. While a lot of people feared my dad, the people close to us knew how deadly my mom could be. My dad was a big teddy bear while my mom was the real deal.

"Neither do I" In fact I was telling the truth. I do not trust Elton at all. Hes6 a man with great greed. He can change against me anytime. The reason I'm even willing to be an ally with him is because he also has a large army and with what I've done on them years back, I can control them. At the end of all, Elton seemed not to have a choice than to succumb to me. "The enemy of your enemy even though she's also your enemy is your friend. Since we have one goal, I'll give you this last chance" he said with pride.

If Alpha Horres hated anyone better than Alpha Holmes, then it was me. I was the flesh and blood of his nemesis. Anytime he looked at me, I reminded him of the thorn in his flesh. I wouldn’t have thought about running away if I had a place in this pack. The alpha would have been a great ally against Alpha Holmes. The old saying couldn’t be any truer, anyway. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We would have been the perfect pair, but, alas… “Celeste, are you okay?” That voice… There was only Maita or Madam Zorah who ever spoke to me with such kindness. The subtle worry hidden behind those words compelled me to return to the present. My thoughts had run too wild, I guess.

“Unless he changed. What’s your deal with him, anyway?” “He almost killed my men.” My jaw dropped. “Well, shit. So we have a common enemy, after all. An enemy of my enemy is my friend. Isn’t that what they say?” “Who killed your parents?” “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Light filtered in through broken slats, stripes across the walls like scars. “Why bring me here?” He leaned against the doorframe, head bowed. “Because I need to remember who I was. Before everything twisted.” She didn’t press. Just waited. After a long pause, he spoke again. “There was someone,” he said. “Years ago. Before you. Before war. The Houses wanted us mated. It was... political.” Kaela’s chest went tight. “Did you love her?” she asked. “No,” he said quickly. Then quieter, “But I tried to. She didn’t care. She wanted status. I was just the title.”

His hand never leaves the small of my back as he ushers me forward. I breathe in deep and step ahead. “I know most of you already have your opinions about me,” I say, as steady as I can manage, “and given my past actions, I don’t blame you.” Draven’s fingers tighten around mine in quiet support. “But hear me when I say there is an enemy among you—one that, if not dealt with now, may become too strong to stop later.” “Get to the point, woman,” another alpha growls. “Who is this enemy, and what has he done to make himself one?”

I'm a queen now, bonded to an Alpha I hated with my life, standing beside the male who killed my family, smiling to the crowd with the blood of his victim drying on my face . I've never felt more trapped in my life.

" No one said anything to that. Wise. I return to looking through the window. One of the warriors in the courtyard catches my attention. He is a young pup barely two years past his first shift and immediately directs his gaze to the ground when his eyes meet mine. They are all afraid to look at me. Good, because fear is the most honest thing people ever show to you. But that girl had looked at me. Now that I think about it, despite being starved and bound. She clearly could not hold herself upright yet she had said: Why would I kill the one person who was kind to me? I grind my teeth. She knows something. Elara had trusted her far more than she should. More than I had realized until it was a

"You know what our enemies will do. They won't attack you directly. They'll attack her. They'll use her. They'll try to break her because they know they can't beat you any other way. They only have to reach the one person who can destroy you from the inside." I didn't interrupt. Everything he said was true. After several minutes of silence I walked to the window overlooking the sea. Memories came without invitation: the wedding where I first took her, Matteo's kidnapping, the rubble in Sicily, the interrogation room, the quiet way she'd cleaned blood from my hands without flinching. Every enemy had already started aiming at her. I spoke without turning around. "Then I'll make sure no one liv

They walked closely and slowly until they reached the pyre, "Be free my love, fly away until the plains of victory! Became a bird as you always wanted to be!" They lit the pyre together, relying on each other strength, seeing the flames and feeling the blaze until it was unbearable, they stood aside, watching until the flames consumed the shrouded body and became ash, then Alexa reaches for the center, "Andrew's death was caused by an arrow in a cowards move, under the protection of the white flag! We will avenge him, everyone is ready to engage the enemy we will march or they will come to us!" Then she turned to Elia, "If you want you don't need to be a part of this, I could use your help,