Mated To My Intended's Enemy Novels & Stories

My wolf’s aura rushes out of me defensively, and she takes a step back. I got up and stood so we were mere inches apart. “I’m mated Slut, and it’s Alpha for you” “Well” She bites her lips seductively and walks away whilst saying. “Guess I can’t help you then“ Images of that man flash in my mind, of she’s cheating with that Pathetic soldier boy, then might as well do the same with this Slut. “Wait!”

"I will always come over to get my d*ck in you. I won't dare f*ck another lady in your absence or not…..” Lena gazed deeply into his eyes. Her confusion stemmed from the nature of their relationship. Was anything strange going on, or were they really enemies? Was it real or was it a dream? If it is true, they have a more intense and lasting mate bond and will never be able to let go of one another.

I huffed. Resting his chin in his upturned hand he grinned. “ I suppose that you should go meet the enemy.” Gasping, I eyed him incredulously. “What if he truly is my mate too?” “Then we will have an excellent alliance against Nash,” he asserted and glanced at me with glowing eyes. “We?” I stammered as I glared at him and added, “You're not the one who will have to mate with him.” Rubbing my eyes, I felt like my entire existence was some cruel joke, and all these men were added comic relief.

"I've warmed his bed before, you know. I know exactly what he likes, what makes him growl with pleasure." The image her words evoked sent a spike of jealous rage through me. Ava surged forward, nearly taking control before I wrestled her back. "If he wanted you," I replied, fighting to keep my voice steady, "you'd be wearing his mark right now instead of me." Her hand shot out, aiming for my face, but I caught her wrist mid-air—my reflexes quicker than even I expected. Ava's strength flowed through my muscles. "Don't," I warned, tightening my grip slightly. "My mate wouldn't appreciate you attacking his Luna."

I said to him and grabbed his collar because I don't need men in my pack who can't be alert "I am sorry alpha I tried to capture him but he was too fast," John said to me with his scared expression but I don't have to deal with him because Camilla is at stake. God knows who send that guy into Camilla's room because I have lots of enemies and now they know that I have a mate and they won't leave any chance to hurt me I rushed towards my room and john trailed behind me, when I reached my room I saw Aden with his mate unlocking the door

" Aren't you curious about who I am?" I dropped my drink on the table, turning my full attention to her." Not one bit" "My name is Emily" Emily stared at me like I was dirt underneath her Cinderella shoes. "Still don't care" "You should, you are in my position" " I didn't know the bar was taken" " I should be Darius's mate, not you. I worked hard for that position" " I am not his mate" " And you would never be. An incompetent and irresponsible omega like you could never compare to me"

I crouched low, inches from Marci’s bloodied face, my voice barely a whisper yet sharp enough to carve through bone. “Since you're so curious… Emmeline is my mate.” His eyes widened in shock, mouth agape. “Ma...mate?” he rasped. “That’s… impossible. You can’t be mated to that traitor…” I gave a casual shrug, rising to my feet, towering over him like a shadow of death. “I don’t owe you an explanation, Marci. But mark my words—if you don’t find Emmeline in the next two weeks…” I leaned closer again, voice now laced with cold finality.

His response was evasive, and I had hoped for an elaborate explanation. “Like a mate bond?” I queried and I waited several seconds. He remained quiet and unreadable. My blood turned to ice and I huffed, “And the consequence?” “Your mate will be pissed, which I will enjoy. Some things are a necessary evil.” The side of his lips quirked up. Seriously? The workings of my brain whispered that I'd be a part of the Worgens and forever linked with them. They were the enemy. I would also become the enemy of my people.

“She knew that your family and mine went way back when it came to us being enemies. I was very angry with her at the time, so I told her that I found Yelena. By then, Yelena and I found one another, and though I never planned on being with her, I didn’t reject her. One way or another, my pain and anger had me marking my mate, and that was something that may have upset your mother.” “The two of you were in love, and yet, you chose mating bonds?” I asked, and he smiled. “I do not regret being with Yelena. I may have been distant from her, and she might have struggled a lot to earn my trust. The woman was also an enemy’s daughter.” He said, and I frowned, shaking my head. “You seem to have a lo

“She’ll be in the front row, right next to me.” I scoff, crossing my arms to glare at him. “You mean as your unwilling prisoner? No thanks. Been there, done that.” “As my mate,” he corrects smoothly, though my blood runs cold when his grin shows every tooth. It’s not a safe smile, but the smile of someone who knows they’ll win, no matter what. “Or you can be my favorite enemy. Either way works and has you at my side.” “You would have your enemy sit beside you?” I question, confusion in my voice that I can’t mask.