Enemies With Benefits Romane & Geschichten

“Thank you.” He lowered his head. “My pleasure, Alpha.” I turned around, walking away without fear of being attacked while my back was turned. Even though I knew we were different and had no loyalties to each other’s families, we had a healthy respect for each other. Theirs was forced because we were stronger, but they also knew we would not attack without a good cause. It was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing because they had our six on the south border and a curse because they were a threat to the humans under our protection, and right now, Scarlett was the one that had been hurt. Wolf or no wolf, Silver was responsible, and he would pay. Today.

“Cowards.” Before he could issue orders, the enemy emerged—cloaked figures in crimson armor, flanked by grotesque, hybrid beasts. Part-wolf, part-shadow. The Crimson Talon had evolved. Aria gripped her daggers. “Let’s end this.” With a war cry, she lunged into the fray, Kael beside her. They fought like twin storms, cutting through the enemy with feral precision. Aria’s daggers danced, slicing through darkness, while Kael’s claws ripped through enchanted armor.

There was no reaction on me, my tongue felt heavy until grief and shock shot through me. He did. The rumors were true, all of them. He'd eliminate a pack because a woman challenged him, made a beta disappear because he looked at him wrongly. He erases people over late taxes and he'd erased 40 of mine over a slap. The very 40 I came to fight for. I hated him, hated everything and without a second thought, I lunged at him. I didn't know what I thought I’d do. Scratch him? Bite him? Die trying?

Then Mara knelt beside her and said, “Then we tell it carefully.” Ben gathered anyone able to stand. Most were humans. Some were barely more than boys and girls. He lined them up near the far wall with stolen Thorncrest knives, axes, farm tools, and two actual swords someone had taken from Briar Glen’s square. “Rule one,” Ben said. “Sharp end away from your friends.” Eli raised his hand. Ben sighed. “Why?” “What if your friend is being stupid?” “Then use words first.” Eli looked disappointed. “Rule two,” Ben continued. “If you are smaller than your enemy, be meaner than they expect.”

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

Way six was happening too. Be friends with his enemies. She was turning threats into allies. Enemies into neutral parties. Building a network of people who wouldn’t fight against them. It was working. All of it was working. But at what cost? And for how long?

“No. It means we’re honest enemies.” She smiled faintly. “For now.” When she left, the office felt emptier—but clearer. For the first time since the merger talks began, Adrian wasn’t fighting alone. And that realization was more dangerous than any corporate rival. Because when enemies start breathing the same air— They start sharing truths. And once that happens, there’s no going back, The office remained quiet long after Elara left, but Adrian couldn’t shake the echo of her presence. It lingered in the space she’d occupied, in the air she’d disturbed, in the words she hadn’t said.

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

"Whatever he's been carrying — documents, contacts, anything he pulled from the pack before he left — it all comes to us without him realizing he's handed it over." Fenwick was quiet for a moment. "He's going to walk in thinking he's buying his freedom," he said. "Yes," Marcus said simply. "And instead—" "Instead," Marcus said, "he walks into a room that we control. With people he doesn't know are ours. And everything he's been protecting comes to us in the first ten minutes." He paused. "After that it's Damien's conversation to have." Fenwick absorbed that. "He was my friend," he said quietly. Not defending. Just stating.

After the ruthless commander who executed her father watches her die in the first apocalypse, Serena Vale wakes thirty days before the catastrophe and receives a system that will kill her unless she keeps the same man alive. “You killed my father.” “And yet,” Commander Kael Draven said, raising his weapon toward the infected horde, “you are the only person I am willing to die protecting.”