Claiming His Enemy's Daughter Novels & Stories

Freezing in my spot I glared at him. “He’s not your concern,” Stefano continued. “He is our enemy how isn't he my concern?!” I was overstimulated at this point and any little provocation could push me over. “He still is. We are surrounded by enemies Ayla. Just because we aren’t at each other's throats here doesn’t mean we wouldn’t attack once we get out of this compound. But that shouldn’t concern you.” He moved closer to me and flinched expecting a sla but instead his heavy hand rested on my shoulders.

I spilled into her as well, but the release brought no peace. I dismissed them both with a curt wave. They gathered their garments and fled, casting fearful glances over their shoulders. I remained seated on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, my manhood still rigid and aching, glistening with the evidence of my failed attempts to dull the hunger. I cursed her. Kianna Nicodemus; the last daughter of my enemy. She was meant to be nothing more than spoils of war. A warm body to claim. A plaything to break. A whore to warm my bed and bear my heirs. Nothing more.

Aya Connor is the only mute Epsilon she-wolf of the Connor Moonfang Pack—fragile, voiceless, and treated as a disposable pawn by her own greedy family. When her father forces her to take her sister’s place in an unwanted mate bond with the terrifying Alpha Kyle Connor, Aya enters the deadly halls of the Rev-9 Crimson Dominion with one goal: keep her dying grandmother, Elder Serena, alive. Kyle Connor is a muscular, ruthless Alpha scarred by war and betrayal. Known for his cold restraint, he wears a pristine ceremonial neck-cloth—loosening the knot by exactly one inch only when his lethal wolf, raw lust, or dangerous possessiveness takes control. Believing Aya is a scheming spy sent to ste

His eyes widened and fur sprouted from his neck. "Enrique..." Lorna started to say. "YOU brought the daughter of our enemy into this territory..." Enrique roared as his beast came out. "AND YOU MATED HER!" He tore through every obstacle in his front as he made his way to the room. Mitch leaped over the chairs and blocked Enrique's way. "Stay back, Uncle." "Step out of my way, Mitch!" Enrique growled. "Her father is the reason your father is dead!" "I know..."

"She's been playing the victim for years. Everyone believes she's weak, fragile, helpless. But if you try to expose her, who do you think they're going to believe? The woman who has been sick and suffering for years? Or the daughter who signed a contract with the enemy's son and disappeared?" Damien stepped forward, his voice cold and sharp. "Then we expose her before she can make her move. We use the evidence your father gathered. We go public." My father looked at him, something shifting in his expression. "And we have three days," he said. "Three days before the society's next meeting. If we can get proof of that meeting, we can expose every single member—including your mother." --- We mo

Astrid Lancetii is known as a multi billionaire CEO in London. As a vampire who saw her mother destroyed by a blood-bond, Astrid’s life is governed by one rule: Never depend on a single source. She keeps her hunger satisfied through casual, fleeting encounters, ensuring no one ever gets close enough to own her. Until she picks the wrong man for a snack. William Winchester isn’t just another high-society playboy. He is the Alpha of the disgraced Winchester Pack, a man who has spent years in the shadows planning to reclaim the legacy Astrid’s father stole from him. After a night of calculated passion, William reveals his trap: a high-definition recording of Astrid’s true nature. With the

Enzo’s eyes finally met mine. I didn’t blink. I wanted him to see me. To see what he’d thrown away. “I submit a formal challenge for the right to be named heir,” I said clearly, voice ringing through the stone like thunder. “As the Alpha’s daughter, firstborn, and rightful successor, I claim this place. I challenge Enzo not only for his betrayal, but for his inability to lead without abandoning his blood.” Gasps again. Enzo stepped forward, finally speaking. “You’re delusional.”

I ask shocked that Dima knows my father. A light, humorless chuckle. Then. “Don’t act like you don’t know him!” “I don’t understand.” My voice pitches. “What do you mean?” “You are Vladimir’s printsessa! The very man I hate with all my bones and blood! My enemy’s daughter!” The roar crushes my soul. Is he trying to say I am the descendant of the man he hated all his life? I am the descendant he…has been looking for.

★★★★ Declan Voss I paced to and fro on my bedroom balcony, staring into the night. A glass of wine in my hand. My head kept repeating just one name. Victor! This will definitely be a blow to your face. Your daughter will be the one signing the deal that will bring the family down to the dust. Killing two birds with one stone. Who would have thought Zara would agree to be my date so easily? Desperate. Just the way I want her to be. Make her desperate, so that saying no won't even be an option to her.

His face was a thundercloud, his eyes burning with rage. "Are you that desperate?" he roared, his voice dripping with scorn. "Willing to sell yourself to a rival Alpha just for a title?" Before I could answer, Damien took a step forward. A wave of raw power exploded from him—a crushing Alpha aura that slammed into Killian's warriors, making them stagger back and flinch. "She is anything but desperate," Damien's voice was a low growl that promised violence. "She is the new Lead Beta of the Ironfang Pack. And she is my equal."