Mated To My Intended's Enemy Novels & Stories

Alec’s fiancée. I brushed past her and stepped into the cold, hungry night. And still, I could feel him. His hand. His scent. His rage. My mate. My enemy. The one I was supposed to destroy.

This made Ambrose excited, also making it hard for me to control him. He wanted to touch her or take her into his embrace, professing his undying love. It was ridiculous. The idea of the mate thing was ridiculous if anyone asked me. How was it even possible to fall in love at first sight? And I wasn’t planning to fall for the enemy. She isn’t just a regular she-wolf; she is also a vampire. “Our mate is a fucking vampire, our worst enemy,” I trailed off with hatred lingered in my voice. “We can make an exception,” Ambrose sneered at me, not fond of my tone.

Something happens in Rook's face that is not a smile; but is close enough to one that it changes him, briefly, like a window opening in a room that's been closed a long time. *** I find Maren before bed. She's locking up the healers' building and she takes one look at my face and unlocks it again without a word. Inside, I tell her everything. The transmission. The faction. The extraction window. What claimed means and why someone wants me out of this territory before it can happen. Maren listens without interrupting. When I'm done she's quiet for a long time, looking at the worktable with the expression of someone fitting pieces into a picture they've been looking at for a while and not liki

"You can fight me all you want in private but in public, we will be a united front, you will be the perfect Luna Prime." My fingers itched to slap him instead I settled for a look of indifference. "Why? Is it that you don't want your people to know that you couldn't secure your mate without resorting to blackmail?" "So you do agree that you are my mate?" The smug expression on his face grating on my nerves. "I admit nothing, Eda may have made you my mate, but you're nothing more than an enemy to me and I will take you down." I vowed. He took a step closer to me.

But in this case, I was clueless, mainly because she turned out to be my mate. I had searched for years to find my mate and came up empty-handed. I had chosen Aurora as my mate because I needed to secure the Alpha position. My love for Aurora was genuine and strong, even though she wasn't my true mate. How could I find my mate in this complex situation, especially when she was supposed to be my enemy, someone I was meant to eliminate? It felt like the moon goddess was playing a cruel game with me. The door creaked open, and the pack doctor and my best friend stepped out of the room. I turned to face him, my frustration apparent.

She was supposedly his biggest enemy in the life nevertheless, the way he worried about her or for that matter, the way he indirectly just went and made the dangerous pledge— it gave rise to a thousand confusion in their hearts. And those confusions were so intense and irritating that it could not be left hidden for his best friend to comprehend everything within no time. Zander understood she was his mate— that mate who he took more than necessary time to realize for. That mate for whom he was doing everything possible to keep her life save however it can't be neglected that she was the same mate he had tried a million times to hurt!

After all I'm his mate, let the whole world know the type of Alpha he is. "How dare you slap me, have you forgotten that I'm the Alpha?" He holds my ponytail so hard, grabbing my check firmly with his right hard, he kicks hard at me and I fall rolling on the floor. My throat chokes, tears of betrayals forming in my eyes. I wonder why I should feel betrayal for him even when I don't truly want to be with him, but on a contract. The mate bond is strong here, though he's my enemy, my wolf can't stop feeling betrayed and cheated on. I curl up on the floor in my underwear and pants, when another kick comes, this time around, hitting me hard on the stomach. I sense I'll throw up blood, I hold my t

inappropriate given my new status, I chose to overlook it, as I owed him a debt of gratitude. "What could possibly be his weakness other than his wife? Ah, and his life is tied to hers," I replied, watching him flinch at my words. "What do you mean their lives are intertwined?" he inquired, clearly perplexed. I chuckled, realizing he was now the one lacking information. "Both Drew and his mate bear the mark of infinity," I explained. He nodded, understanding dawning on him. "Thank you, Arnold, and congratulations once again on achieving your desires," he said. "Of course," I responded, to which he added, "But remember our plan. The sooner we eliminate him and his pack, the better it will be

A noble, greedy as a magpie, easy to sway but not quite rotten to the core. Each of them, just another piece on her board. All she had to do was pick which one to play. “Marcus,” she breathed, barely louder than the wind, coming up to the poles where her mate hung, battered but not broken. He lifted his head. In his eyes, she saw her rage, cold and sharp. Their bond thrummed, no more of Kael’s poison, just the two of them, united by all the ugly truths they’d finally swallowed. “Ready?” she murmured, so quietly nobody else would catch it.

No one dared defy him. A chill rippled through me. I had wandered straight into the heart of his land—alone, broken, vulnerable. He didn’t seem surprised by my guarded stare. “Your scent is chaotic,” he said, voice low. “Rejection. Rogue despair. But something else, too.” His silver-gray eyes met mine, sharp and unwavering. “There’s a scent I can’t ignore. You know what it means.” Heat rose in my cheeks. That scent—bond pheromones—marked me as his fated mate. No amount of denial could hide it.