Claiming The Enemy’s Daughter Novels & Stories

He said. "Aren't you scared of what I'll do to your daughter?" Christian asked curiously and Barry smile. "Of course I trust you not to misbehave or you know what's at stake. And I trust my daughter too, she's pretty much a psycho" He smiled proudly looking at Laura. "Dad, no! No way! I'm not fucking getting married to him!" Laura yelled. "Yes you will daughter" Barry said. "Dad, no! What? You're going to sell me off to your enemy? You don't care what could happen to me, moreover he's married, he has a fucking wife! How do you think his wife will feel about this?.."

“Finish your sentence.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. “She’s the daughter of one of our enemies. Not just any enemy—the kind you swore you’d never forgive, the kind that left scars on all of us. That’s why she’s here, that’s why her troubles follow her everywhere. Because she’s carrying their name whether she admits it or not.”

her mother whispered, "he still sent threats. He told me I had better return his bride because he had held up his side of the deal." Andalia stared at her mother, dumbfounded and shocked for three reasons. One, she had made a deal with the enemy just to erase Andalia’s memories of her mate. Two, she had allowed that same man to torture her daughter without confronting him, how cowardly. And three, she was one of the reasons Andalia was in this state to begin with. How could she even consider handing her over to someone who harbored enough hatred for their pack to burn down the entire territory? Or had he charmed her?

“And yet, here you are, considering it.” I gave him a small, deliberate smile. “I never said I was considering it.” Something dark flickered in his gaze. I had pushed just enough. Now I had to reel him back in. I sighed, sitting back. “I just want to know what I’m agreeing to.” Dante chuckled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Fair enough.” He leaned forward again, voice dropping. “Luca has enemies. More than he realizes. I have the advantage. When I make my move, he won’t see it coming.”

The delicate balance between duty and desire teetered on a knife’s edge, and one wrong step could plunge us both into darkness. As I met his gaze, I saw a glimmer of the pain that haunted him, the quiet sorrow of a soul burdened by too many battles. “I know the cost,” I said softly, letting the truth spill out in a whisper that trembled with both fear and defiance. “I’ve lost too much already, and I’m not prepared to lose myself in the process. Damien may have marked me as his, but I am more than that. I am the daughter of an enemy, a fighter with a legacy of blood and fire.” My voice, though low, resonated with the fierce determination of a woman who had nothing left to lose but her chains.

“The specifics are unnecessary, Isabella. What you need to know is that they have no claim over you or the child. I secured that.” “That is a Don’s answer, not a husband’s answer,” I insisted, leaning closer, forcing him to address the woman, not the asset. “Damon just called you, taunting you about the prize he lost. I discovered yesterday that my father was trying to drain assets from my inheritance. I can’t fight an enemy I don’t understand, and I can’t trust the man who demands my surrender while hiding the map.” “You demand surrender, moya solnyshko?” His voice was dangerously soft, laced with possessive dominance. “I demand trust. I have killed for you. I have declared war on an entire

“Not between enemies.” The words settled between them. Aria’s chest tightened slightly. “You’re very sure my father is your enemy.” Kael’s gaze sharpened. “He invaded my territory tonight.” “That might be because he thinks you kidnapped his daughter.” Kael paused. “That’s a fair point.” Aria sighed. “So we have an Alpha war, a secret father, and a mysterious bond that I don’t understand.” Kael nodded. “That sums it up.” She looked toward the door again. “Then I guess we should leave.”

It looked like something from a storybook. "Welcome home!" A deep voice called out. A tall man stepped off the porch, and Lily recognized him from the wedding photos. Alpha Kane, soon to be her stepfather, had graying black hair and kind eyes. He looked strong and important, the way alphas were supposed to look. Mom jumped out of the truck and ran into his arms. They kissed, and Lily looked away, her cheeks warming. Luna woke up and pressed her cold nose against Lily's neck. "I know," Lily whispered, scratching behind Luna's ears. "We'll be okay. We have to be."

“How quaint, that you still think in such small terms, Alpha. Territory is simply a line drawn by whoever’s strong enough to defend it today. Lines shift. They always have.” “Who are you?” I demanded, unable to keep silent any longer. Some instinct told me this man’s identity mattered more than anything else unfolding in this clearing. He turned his attention fully toward me for the first time. His eyes swept over me with an assessment that made my skin crawl...cold and clinical, like I was a puzzle piece he was slotting into some larger picture only he could see. “The enemy’s daughter,” he said softly. “Yes. I’ve heard a great deal about you these past weeks. More, perhaps, than you’d be co

I sat up, wrapping the sheet around myself, and froze. On the nightstand was a sleek black watch. I recognized the engraved initials. D.B. My stomach dropped. The door opened. He stepped in wearing a fresh shirt, holding two cups of coffee. Those same tired, sharp eyes met mine. “Good morning,” Damian Blackwood said calmly. The man who had destroyed my mother’s life. The head of the empire I’d sworn to bring down. I had just slept with the enemy.