Sleeping With The Enemy Novels & Stories

By dawn, the desert had shifted again—no longer a cold cradle of stars, but a shimmering expanse of heat waiting to swallow anything that dared cross it. Aiden blinked awake before Dante did, his cheek still resting on Dante’s shoulder. The man slept with one hand loosely draped over Aiden’s waist, protective even in unconsciousness. Aiden watched the subtle rise and fall of his chest, how a faint furrow lingered between his brows as if even sleep couldn’t fully untangle the worry etched into him.

Her fragile breaths, the way she seemed to be fighting something even in her sleep. And against his better judgment, his heart stirred. Damian Cole, the man who vowed not to lose, suddenly realized this battle was one he might not win.

And I swallowed as my heart rate picked up. My gaze drifted back to the sleeping evil. He looked so peaceful. So gentle. My heart trembled. I touched his lips. He didn’t move. I leaned down. No movement. I got lower. No change. I placed my lips on his and closed my eyes. This is hell. My personal nightmare. But I will do what I must, Leon. Everything. And in the end, only one of us will remain standing. With that thought, I stood. He had not budged.

He sat on the bed disoriented and eyed her strangely whilst she returned the favor. “Ally? It’s not my fault you’ve refused to sleep, is it? C’mon there’s no need eying me with such a hard glare. I’m truly innocent of what ever is going through your mind about me. I told you to go to sleep and not worry a while ago but you refused. Alexander went to war with his enemies but it isn’t a war zone with bombs and fights. I swear to that it’s going to be a peaceful fight.” He told her with a stretch of his body. He was extremely tired from his long journey but his pregnant best friend prefers to glare at him in disgust instead of allowing him to sleep and feel rested.

I recommend the following songs for this chapter: Out of Love by Alessia Kara One Day by Ella Mai. *** The enemy of my enemy is my friend- General. *** ~Lance POV~ I've been on my Father's computer since I got back from the Halloween party last night, I needed something to get my mind off of my misery, it was hard to concentrate but I found myself finding comfort in just glancing through the computer and I've been at it for hours, probably also lost track of time.

I told Natalia, pointing the finger at her even though I knew I would see her tomorrow at her boxing lesson. I sat with Jace and Natalia for a while before going back into my office and making a few more phone calls, but no one claimed to know anything about the shooting yesterday. I even called DeCosta at the insistence of Jace, but he claimed to have no knowledge of the hit or who could be behind it, and I believed him. When our fathers were in charge, we were enemies, with a lot of bloodshed on both sides. When we took over from our fathers, we made a tenuous truce, basically staying out of each other's business unless absolutely necessary. I was worried about whoever was coming after us.

My palms began to twitch, longing to hit him across the face. "You have lied about your status to us and you have not mentioned how ruthless your Alpha is. Your Alpha might come and make war with us and wipe us out because of you and there would be nothing you will do about it. You could be an enemy for all we know but no one wants to consider the possibility.” "They do not consider the possibility because I am not an enemy! Keep your words and assumptions to yourself alone!" There was a pause and in the silence, my voice seemed to reverberate. I made to walk away for the second time but his hand reached out and grabbed me firmly by the elbow.

The bravado was a thin mask, and it was cracking. "I am going to bed," I murmured, not waiting for a response. I retreated to my room, the silence of the hallway feeling predatory now. I closed the door and turned the heavy brass lock, then leaned my back against the wood, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. I let out a dry, jagged laugh that sounded more like a sob. "Turns out we have more enemies than we thought, Dad," I whispered into the dark room. I didn't change out of my robe. I just crawled under the covers, clutching a pillow to my chest, and eventually drifted into a restless, paranoid sleep.

Louder this time, it shakes my core. The moment he let out that purr, my belly flips. There's a strange undertone to it, but I can't seem to decipher it, not while my mind is messed up. Tears blur my vision even as I still attempt to put some distance between us. I've read about people sleeping with their mates in their beast forms, but I never once thought I'd experience it. Strangely, I'm not doing it with my mate but with my enemy. Rio sentenced me to the worst death possible.

Panic came first, followed by a deep sigh. From me. Why did this feel so good? He went further, whispering in his dream and pulling me towards him until his chest lined with my back. And soon, the fog in my mind cleared and I slowly faded into sleep. This is supposed to be a war zone and here I was, falling asleep in the enemy's arms.