Novel & Cerita Sleeping With The Enemy

But now, I adopted my enemy's style of fighting, not to mention I recently got my Lycan. It is what made it possible for me to sneak in the enemy camp and count all the warriors, even killing one of them when I got the chance. I can hide my scent and move as stealthily as a cat, despite my giant size. And when that useless coward of an enemy arranged to meet with me to try and persuade me to retreat, I happily agreed for two reasons. The first is I wanted to present him with the head of his best friend, as I came to find out the man I killed was. The second is I wanted to have my mate with me, close by while I figure out what to do considering the dilemma I was put in by the goddess.

He sighed, slid off the bed and began dressing, he put on his trousers and shirt very quickly. Before stepping out, he leaned over, leaving a light kiss on my lips. My cheeks warmed again and I found myself smiling sheepishly. Then he left the room. I sighed and sat up, realization washing over me like a bucket of ice water. I had just slept with my enemy, again. I had to leave. I stood up from the bed, and rushed into the shower. After I was done, I quickly arranged my bag. I brought out my father's diary, my hands gripping tightly around it as I wondered how he would feel, If he was watching, to see his daughter sleeping with his killer.

“I won’t leave. Not tonight. Not ever again.” I closed my eyes. For the first time in years, sleep didn’t feel like an enemy. It felt like surrender. And Erico- Erico was the warmth in the room, the breath in the dark, the vow beside me, the danger I chose. And I drifted into sleep with one final thought: If war was coming, we would face it together.

After all she is the enemy here, and in my territory. I woke up the next morning feeling groggy. It’s not like I got much sleep after finding out my mate is the enemy. But now that I know, it’s my mission to make her life a living h*ll and destroy her. I will make her bow down to my feet and she watches her precious kingdom fall.

“Steady. Watch the slope. Wait for my signal. Do not fire until it comes. Every arrow counts tonight.” He nodded, teeth chattering beneath his scarf. I let my hand linger a second longer than necessary, because fear, when acknowledged, became manageable. Denying it didn’t make it disappear. The enemy moved forward with careful precision, their mantlets rolling over the frozen ground, wheels crunching, shields polished and aligned. A tight, moving wall of dark shapes. They thought the night and the cold gave them invisibility. They were wrong. I signaled. Arrows flew in synchronized volleys, gliding low under the mantlets, piercing leather and flesh alike. The enemy staggered. Shouts echoed a

“Then don’t protect me by limiting me.” A long pause. Then he nods once. “Fair.” We stand there a moment longer - tension just… sharpening. Outside, one of the council windows finally dims. Then the second. Dark. But somehow that doesn’t feel reassuring. Cameron follows my gaze. “They’re sleeping.” he says. “Or pretending to.” His mouth curves faintly. “I prefer enemies who pretend to sleep.” “Why?” “They make mistakes when they believe they’re clever.” I look at him. “And are they clever?”

“Now go to sleep. We have to call your mother’s spy planner tomorrow, and we need our energy for the first strategic engagement.” They finally slept, the immense bed suddenly feeling small, their hands still tightly linked, the rhythm of their breathing falling into a synchronized, protective pattern. They were fighting a war, and they were fighting it side by side, their professional alliance slowly, inevitably, dissolving into somethin g deep and terrifyingly real.

Every argument turned into a battle, a test, a war of wills. One night, he showed up at my house unannounced. My heart raced, half with fear, half with the strange pull I couldn’t deny. “I know what you’re doing,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Trying to make me jealous. Testing me.” I looked him in the eye, my chest tight but my voice steady. “Maybe I am.” His expression darkened. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Don’t forget it.” “I haven’t forgotten,” I said, smiling faintly. “But maybe I’m learning what I deserve.”

Just as he was about to stand, the door opened. Nathan walked in, wearing only a pair of shorts, his hair damp from recent shower. “Morning,” he said casually. Shaun stared at him. “What am I doing in your house?” “You asked me to take you home,” Nathan replied. “I didn’t know where you lived, so I brought you here.” Embarrassment burned Shaun’s cheeks. “I can’t believe I asked my enemy for help.” “You’ve got it wrong,” Nathan said, pointing to his lip. “You took advantage of me. You kissed me. You even bit me.”

So, so right. Cord chuckled sexily, his lips grazing the tip of her nose. He liked just how feisty she was, acting tough and rebellious yet so responsive and accommodating under him. “They say enemies are the best partners in bed, my witch, ” he stated, advancing one hand up to the tip of her blouse zipper. “Let’s find out if it is true.”