Sleeping With The Enemy の小説・ストーリー

“Your body knows me. Even if your mind refuses.” Elaria clenched her jaw, furious at the way heat pooled low in her belly. “You’re not supposed to be able to do this to me.” “I’m not supposed to want the enemy’s healer,” he said, and the raw, unguarded truth in his voice startled her more than the words themselves. For a moment, neither moved. His gaze searched hers, as if trying to find something buried deep under the fear, the mistrust, the lies between them. Then the stone corridor shuddered, dust falling from the ceiling. Somewhere beyond the Bone Gate, something massive struck the other side.

For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to two souls bound by fire and shadow. And then a scream split the night. Serenya and Kaelen rushed into the corridor, where guards already converged. At the far end, a body lay sprawled, throat cut, blood staining the marble. It was one of her loyal handmaidens. Pinned to her gown was a scrap of parchment, ink scrawled in a jagged hand: “The enemy is not at the gates. The enemy sleeps beside you.” The guards froze, eyes darting between Serenya, Kaelen, and Darian as they arrived. Whispers spread like wildfire.

Someone who had turned against me. I moved silently through the war room, eyes scanning every detail of the map, every notation of enemy positions, every anomaly in our recent intel. Isabella had fallen asleep hours ago, exhaustion finally claiming her after our relentless night of pursuit and interrogation. And yet, even in her sleep, I felt the tension coiling around me, a relentless drumbeat of anger and anticipation.

He smiled, cruel and knowing, before lunging toward her. Instinct took over. Lena pivoted, wolf claws extending, striking with precision. The agent crashed to the ground, incapacitated, but the moment left her shaken. Trust, she realized, was a fragile thing. Allies could become enemies in the blink of an eye. Kade fought beside her, fangs sinking into a rogue who had targeted Lena. His strength was breathtaking, terrifying, and protective. When the last enemy fell, silence returned like a sudden, suffocating weight. The camp was in ruins, every survivor either fled or neutralized.

He tilted his face a bit and Jer nodded. "I am sorry Mag. It’s just she never left like this. I am okay, don’t worry. I am not weak. It’s just that... I am fine Mag. I have you. And you will have to bear me in all moods got it". Jer said in a demanding tone and Magnus chuckled. "Anything for you baby". He softly captured his lips for a warm gentle kiss. "I think I have fallen for my enemy Magnus". Jeremy whispered on his lips. "Fallen deep baby". Magnus held him tight in his arms. Ghosting his lips roughly. And Jer sighed in his mouth. He knew Forth would make this night beautiful, rough and sinful. ********** Tabby

I dropped into my chair, leaning back with a sigh, already dreading the day. The air was thick with the scent of baked bread, sweat, and too many wolflings who didn’t know how to mask their scents yet. Norsen’s elite were scattered across the room, laughing, gossiping, pretending they weren’t all here because war and politics had left the world desperate for soldiers. Kiyan slid into the seat across from me, his grin wider than usual. “You’ve got a new fan girl,” he said under his breath, voice threaded with mischief. “Pretty one too. Shame she’s a little off in the head.”

Chapter 4 The Mountains The next morning the camp was buzzing with the excitement of the impending battle. Victor had gone scouting and returned to say that there was an enemy encampment not far away and that if they were quick, they could take the enemy by surprise. They were quick. The battle was fast with few casualties. The enemy soldiers, when they saw Mikail’s men bearing down on them, decided to flee.

"You guys just suddenly jumped in with a couple of strangers, werewolves even. But, um, we aren't always like this." From the front seat, Zack had a confused look on his face that shifted to one of disapproval. He then turned his head around just enough to lock eyes with Sarah and gave her a hard stare to warn her. He scolded, "Sarah, no talking to the enemy." Sarah averted her gaze from him and rolled her eyes. She responded sarcastically, "Sure, it's fine to ride in a van full of them, but a friendly conversation isn't optional."

I'm naked and shudder at the whistling wind traveling past the trees. "What the hell..." I mutter and push myself up, only to groan at how sore my body feels. My arms are throbbing, and my muscles are pumped. It looks like I've spent hours at the gym when, in reality, I've been sleeping like a baby. 'Dior?!' Marcus' voice comes in through the mind-link. It's too loud, which makes me grimace. 'Are you there? Please, we need you! Gloria is dead, and there is this-... Thing running loose in the forest!'

Until hate starts feeling dangerously close to something else. After all, the only thing worse than living with your enemy… …is falling in love with him.