Sleeping With The Enemy Novels & Stories

“It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. At first.” I lift myself onto my elbow, searching his face, but he just stares at the ceiling like it holds the answers he isn’t ready to say out loud. “What do you mean?” He chuckles, humorless, a nervous edge to his voice. “Sleeping with the enemy is part of the game—or in this case, was part of the game. We didn’t just trade in guns and power—we traded in people. Secrets. She was a job, a mark I was supposed to get close to. But then… it got real.”

That’s exactly what he felt when he opened the door and saw his worst nightmare come to pass before his very face. There in the room, his lord and master’s arm around the slave mistress protectively, they cuddled up together, each cocooned in the other’s embrace and worse sleeping without a care in the world. How could you be sleeping comfortably with your enemy, an enemy who had made it clear that wouldn’t hesitate to kill him when given a chance.

‘you seek to join the enemy has Lena not thought you anything about working with the enemy your friend my mate Lucas is no more due to the fact that you turned the enemy to your friend I shall not be fooled again I say we march on we shall have better luck if we know our enemy and leave them there as just that enemies’ Emelia spoke up The rest of the group nodded in agreement although the food was nice and the tent warm the enemy was still the enemy a fact that was very much still uneasy in all their hearts moving on would be the most logical of ideas, not to mention the fact that Lucas was a dead weight which was slowing down the journey how much longer would they have until Lena grew impat

With every touch, with every breath, each time I found myself wanting to be near him no matter how much his presence pissed me off. Even as a complete asshole, he still managed to draw me in. I hated him, but I craved him. His touch from earlier still lingered on my cheek. The phantom chill of the cool leather danced across my skin. My imagination wandered off, envisioning what he would have done with that belt. Although my flight mode was activated, I couldn't help but wonder how thrilling sleeping with the enemy would be. Would it truly be wrong if it felt so right?

"It was me who asked for her help in saving the rogue because I couldn't let it die in the woods. It was supposed to be me, not Ava... so if you could, please..." I saw how his expression darkened as he clenched his jaw. "Rogues are one of our enemies, Tasha," he said the exact same words that Raiah told me earlier. "Bringing an enemy inside the packhouse is a grave sin that a pack member could commit, and the only punishment for it is..." He interrupted himself, and I could only look down, hoping that it was not too late for me to do something to save Ava. "Please..." I begged.

No one joins the warrior groups without knowing the risks involved. It is just about sundown when I make it home. As I open the door to the packhouse I notice that it is eerily quiet. The usual sounds of James and Alva joking in the kitchen are gone. The once happy packhouse is now, sad and depressing. I grab two beers before heading upstairs to my bedroom. The door is cracked open just a little and I peek in the room. James has pulled the chair from the other side of the room and is sleeping with his head on the bed beside Lyra’s body. He is holding one of her hands in his as he sleeps. The sight causes a surge of jealousy to run through my body.

whispered Rose slowly. Robert looked at Rose disapprovingly. He didn't want his efforts to fail again. The man then walked over to the bed, pulled off the bottom blanket, crept through the legs, snuggled in, and climbed onto Rose. "Robert," Rose sighed, feeling like the core of the man was pushing through her defenses. "Catch Kenzie, Rose, put him to sleep and I'll caress you from here." Robert hugged Rose and started shaking her slowly. Rose bit her lip to hold back the moan about to escape. She glanced at Kenzie who was already asleep. The woman slowly let go of her hand holding Kenzie, struggling because Robert didn't stop stomping.

I had finally managed to fall asleep after hours of tossing and turning, the image of the wolf standing over me kept appearing every time I closed my eyes. I had been asleep for around an hour, when a voice wakes me up suddenly. I frantically look around the room to find the owner of this voice but found no one, Justin was fast asleep on the blow up mattress on the floor. But beside him was his walkie-talkie which calms me down a little, there is no intruder it's just that thing!

But sitting here now, replaying her kiss on my cheek, her vulnerable confessions, her genuine gratitude for my support—I realized that whatever timeline we'd planned for this relationship was accelerating far faster than either of us had anticipated. I made my way to my own bedroom eventually, lying awake for a while, listening to the quiet sounds of the apartment settling around us. Tomorrow we'd face whatever fallout came from tonight's confrontation with Richard Vance. We'd continue dealing with Blackwell's escalating threats. We'd navigate the complicated waters of Manhattan society's speculation about our marriage. But for now, in this quiet moment, I let myself simply feel grateful for

POV Alexander The night was long and restless. Isabella was sleeping soundly in my arms, her breathing soft and steady. But I was wide awake, my eyes staring into the darkness, my mind racing with dangerous thoughts. They knew about her. The enemy knew my weakness. I held her tighter, pressing my nose into her hair, inhaling her scent. She was my peace. She was the only light in my dark world. And they wanted to take her away. I won't let that happen.