Libra Enemy Novels & Stories

Monalisa Parker's POV. "Lisa, You can still change your mind," Missa said as soon as we got to Bobby's residence. The mansion's strategic positions were manned by snipers equipped with advanced weaponry. Like Don Pablo, Don Winfold was a man of courage. They had been fierce rivals and each other's worst nightmares. Even when his security wasn't on guard, nobody dared to enter Don Winfold's mansion.

“Think about Sybilla. She is our real mate. We can't hurt her.” “At least I’m honest with myself,” Skoll snarled back. “I’m not a coward hiding behind a railing. I am a predator, and I am not ashamed of my nature. I want to claim what is ours. Sybilla chose her magic masyering over us. Leona is here, and I want her.” Before I could argue, Leona unclasped her bra. Her breasts spilt out, heavy and rounded, her nipples a soft pink that looked so inviting I could almost taste them.

Not him? The elders detonated like they were waiting for the right moment to spike the fire. “HE’S GETTING MARRIED?!” Morris roared, his eyes widened. “TO THE SUPREME ALPHA?!” One of the young members added, his jaw dropped. Rosa who was leaning to a pillar, pulled out. “This is treason!” Papers flew, someone punched a fist to the wall. Yet, I was invisible because a knife had just been stabbed in my chest. “My daughter is on that list!” I couldn't tell who said that.

John and Aden look in my direction. "Alpha stop it, I am your Luna, and you can't do this," I said getting up from the table and Aden and John also stood up with me Stefano left her lips and smirked at me "I will never give you the status of my Luna and I will fuck whosoever I want. You have no power over me, Camilla. You are my mate but I don't give a damn, you are just an object for my lust and I guess I have made myself clear multiple times that you didn't exist in my life," he said and it's my fault that I believe him again when his beta and gamma consider me as their Luna.

The emergency lights turned on seconds later. A deep crimson glow flooded the archive. Then came a voice. Female. Calm. Distorted through the speaker system. "Hello there, Adrian." Every muscle in his body stiffened. The woman laughed softly. Not kindly. Not warmly. Like someone greeting an old enemy. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever discover the truth." The entire archive fell silent. Nobody dared moved. The air went still. Adrian stared upward. "Who are you?" The woman ignored the question.

"No, not that, I suspected her mother had been pregnant before she sacrificed herself. I mean Morgaine and Flavius, she despised him, I made sure if that." "Maybe she grew tired of your attention, uncle, and decided to join forces with Flavius, you know the enemy of my enemy is my friend." Edwin pointed out with a shrug of shoulders. "They are close to the Emerald River, just at the entrance of Leonidas Plains, she took what it seems is all your warriors and she will be marching against Zulcan." "All my warriors?" Asked Lucius with an expression of murder in his mind. "Yes. Just me in the castle!" Diego talked for the first time.

"You know what? I’ve lost my appetite. I don’t want to eat at the same table as a traitor." Lucian bristled, his chair scraping against the marble floor. "A traitor? That’s a hell of an accusation to throw at your own brother. I’m part of this family, Adrian! I won't be treated like trash!" I turned to him, not moving an inch. "You might have the Blackwood blood in your veins, Lucian, but you’re an enemy. You’ve been an enemy for a long time. And I don’t break bread with enemies."

But his jaw was clenched, his eyes unreadable, and I knew something heavy had happened. I sat there quietly, arms crossed and gaze pinned to the floor, as Kieran’s voice broke through the thick silence that had built up between us all morning. "Lucian said something else last night," he muttered, and I could tell by the way his tone dropped, almost like he was unsure whether to believe it himself, that this wasn’t going to be something I wanted to hear. I glanced up, my brows raised slightly, waiting for him to go on. He hesitated, rubbing the side of his neck the way he always did when the words were hard to say. "He said… There's another enemy. Not one of us. Someone, or something—closing