Novel & Cerita The Last Enemy Ao3

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.

The handwriting was faded, the ink barely legible, but the words sent a chill through me. “The final enemy is born of fear and hatred, a force that feeds on division. It cannot be fought with strength alone. Only the bonded pair, united in purpose, can stand against it.” The room seemed to tilt, the weight of the words pressing down on me. The final enemy. Fear and hatred. It wasn’t just Kael or Vrax—it was something deeper, something that thrived on the cracks between us. And if Lucan and I couldn’t find a way to bridge those cracks, we would lose everything.

“Yes. I left his pack before I found out I was pregnant. But you need to understand that—” He chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “Does Antoine know you’re Orion’s fucking mate?” “I’m not his mate. He is married to my sister; he deceived me. Please—” “He said you would say that.” “What?” My eyes roamed around his face, heart pounding. “beta Thiago. If I may,” Dylan stepped forward, while Lauren watched. “He wasn’t the kind of mate you would expect him to be.” “And you expect me to believe that?” He raised his thick eyebrow, and I nodded.

White for a truce, Green for trade agreement, Blue for Marriages alliances and Black for war. I looked up from the parchment to my father. “What is the meaning of this?” When he didn't respond, I slammed my fist against the desk. “Answer me, father!” “It wasn't my fault!” He dragged his hand through his hair. “It wasn't my fault! This is all on you!” I lifted the black parchment again. “This is all on me? When did I ever agree to wage war with the Red Claws pack!” My body shuddered when I said that name. The Red Claws Pack is the most feared pack in the entire realm and their leader, Alpha Asher, was nicknamed the “Red Beast.”

"I see your point. I've taken half of the power he had since you've been mated to one another." "He's going to be pissed about it too." She did know him quite well from the time they spent together. "Do you think he's going to try and do anything about it?" I already had suspicions he would but I wanted to get Piper's input. She knew the enemy well and she was now my partner in all of this. "I can almost guarantee he's already plotting something." She bit her lip nervously. "He tried to mind link when you marked me last night. I didn't let him get to me but I know he felt the bond between us break just as I did."

I stated, nodding my head fervently as I spoke, "I'm sure everything that happened back then was Don Pablo, he is the real enemy behind us." I added, even as the words resonated with the conviction in my heart.

The statement is met with an immediate spike in tension and yet, despite that tension, I can see the determination settle in their eyes. They were ready to fight. Anyone. For me. It is humbling. It is strengthening. I, too, am willing to fight for my pack. For my people. My family. “We have one more enemy to fight. This one is more formidable than all others. One of the things that make him -it- so, is the fact that he is not mortal.” “What?” “Not mortal?” “What does that mean?” “Yes,” I continue. “We have an enemy who seeks to destroy us and not just us, but the whole world as we know it. We are his first target because of our close relationship with the Moon Goddess.”

her mother whispered, "he still sent threats. He told me I had better return his bride because he had held up his side of the deal." Andalia stared at her mother, dumbfounded and shocked for three reasons. One, she had made a deal with the enemy just to erase Andalia’s memories of her mate. Two, she had allowed that same man to torture her daughter without confronting him, how cowardly. And three, she was one of the reasons Andalia was in this state to begin with. How could she even consider handing her over to someone who harbored enough hatred for their pack to burn down the entire territory? Or had he charmed her?

The one who had whispered when no one else dared to. Her reflection had not been her enemy. It had been her beginning. The world does not erase what it loves, said the voice of the column. It rewrites it until it can survive. Tears rose hot in her throat. “And Kael? Draven? Did you rewrite them too?” A pause. Then — Yes. She felt it like a knife between her ribs. Not cruel — just final. The light shifted, showing her fragments of them: Kael standing in a forest of white trees, his eyes glowing faint gold; Draven kneeling in the ruins of what had been their sanctuary, his blood black as ink. Both alive, but not as they were.

“He probably wants another round. I could go over and punch him.” “Or he’s obsessed, with his hatred ” Oliver said, smirking. “You sure he’s not planning evil?” Austin rolled his eyes. “Can we talk about something else?” Meanwhile, at the other end of the hall, Brian’s own friends were watching. Matteo sat opposite them while James sat beside Brian. James leaned in. “Well well two enemies working together” Brian snickered “You are one to talk, weren’t you paired with Benjamin?” James laughed “Come on buddy, I am not enemies with Austin’s friends”