Claiming The Enemy’s Daughter Novels & Stories

Zane was ready to confront the ghosts from his past and the enemies in the present but he has fallen for Alessia, and he has vowed to protect her, from her father and ruin Roman. “He isn't a man you should trust Alessia. He has skeletons hidden.” Lisa added.

“I was trying to get to her. I didn’t know she’d reach you first.” “Well, she did.” My voice cracked. “And she might not make it out alive.” His face twisted. “I’m sorry.” “I don’t want sorry,” I snapped. “I want to know why the hell your enemies know what my daughter looks like.” His stare didn’t waver. “I didn’t tell them anything.” “You didn’t have to. They’ve been watching and following because you pulled us back into your world the second you showed up in that diner.” “You think I wanted this?”

“You’re playing with fire. Your father will not—” “Will love it,” I cut him off, my voice sharp. “When the daughter of an enemy falls for you, the war is already half-won. And as for the Moon Goddess?” I chuckled darkly, my wolf stirring with unease, showing his disapproval for my plan. “She started a game. I’ll show her how to win.”

“MATE. OURS. NEED MATE!* He continually yelled, clawing at me relentlessly, each time her thoughts floated in my head. Suddenly, I felt another tap and immediately knew that whatever was about to be said had something to do with me. “And while we are trying to find him, our Alpha is sheltering his daughter instead of torturing her so she would speak of the whereabouts of her father.” I snarled at her words but despite my annoyance, there was no denying that she was only telling the truth. I should be harsh. She was, after all, the daughter of the enemy. But the memory of her tears and the intimacy we shared continually haunted me. “My plans are mine to carry out,” I snapped at her, straighte

My father flinched, surprised by the violence of my reaction. "Damn it, Dilan! I know you don't agree with me interfering, but this girl is perfect. She's beautiful, purebred, daughter of the Alpha of the Northern Pack. Her children will have unbeatable lineage. Besides..." “Enough, Father! I won't listen to another word!” I shouted, turning my back on him to leave the room before I lost control and transformed right there. “You can't turn your back on me, Dilan!” he yelled, trying to use his authority as my father.

I shook my head, refusing to believe those words. "Davina?" Rowan gasped as he entered, his eyes wide in shock. He took in our surrounding, and when he saw Kane, he went red with rage. "You hurt her?" "She is the daughter of the fucking enemy! I don't know why you and Lucien think keeping her alive is a great idea. Kill the fucking bitch and be done with it." Even though Rowan was angry, he ignored Kane and faced me instead. Crouching, he picked me up, holding me gently.

I was thinking, trying to understand something he couldn’t see. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked softly, turning his head to look at me. I forced a small smile. “Nothing,” I lied, brushing my fingers across his jaw. “I was just thinking about how far we’ve come.” But he wasn’t convinced with my response. “No, something changed in your voice. You went quiet all of a sudden. Was it a symptom? Should I call the pack healer?” My heart raced. The truth sat heavy in my chest but I couldn't let it out. That I was his enemy’s daughter. That I once came here to kill him. That I had hated him before I ever loved him.

"But we have suspects. Three wolves have been making noise about challenging your father for weeks. They disappeared right after the murders." Dmitri turned to face the crowd. Hundreds of wolves stared back at him. Some looked loyal. Some looked uncertain. Some looked hungry. "Does anyone want a war?" Dmitri asked. Silence. Then three wolves stepped forward from the crowd. The first was a massive brute named Viktor, one of his father's old rivals. The second was a younger wolf named Sergei, ambitious and stupid. The third was a woman, Zoya, who'd been his father's beta before Irina.

Watched the moment it clicked. "Calloway," Cole said quietly. "As in Marcus Calloway." "His daughter. His only daughter." Damien straightened. "The man who murdered my father has a daughter, and she is my mate." The silence this time was a different kind entirely. Cole set his glass down slowly. Outside, fifty floors below, the city hummed and pulsed and went on living, completely indifferent to the fact that everything had just become infinitely more complicated. "What are you going to do?" Cole asked.

"A contract marriage. One year. Purely business. I get protection from an unwanted marriage to Senator Blackwell, you get... whatever you want. Revenge against my family, a convenient wife for business functions, I don't know. We can negotiate the terms." I should laugh, should throw her out, because this was insane. Instead, I found myself asking, "Why me?" "I already told you. You're powerful enough to protect me from my father, and you hate him enough to actually do it." "There are other powerful men in Manhattan who aren't your family's sworn enemy." "But none of them would benefit from humiliating my father the way you would," she said, and there was something sharp in her eyes now. "Le