Mated to The Enemy, Revenge For My Brother
Rosalind Rivers has only ever wanted one thing - revenge.
The Lycan Prince, Aklan Draven, murdered her brother in cold blood. Or so she's believed her whole life. Now, forced to serve under him at the Lycan Academy, she has no choice but to obey the man she swore to hate. But hating him becomes harder with every clash, every stolen glance, every heartbeat that refuses to stay loyal to her rage.
Because fate has a cruel sense of humor.
He's her fated mate.
Aklan doesn't understand why this stubborn, sharp-tongued wolf gets under his skin or why her scent feels like home. He only knows she's trouble. The kind that tests his control, drags buried memories to the surface, and makes him question everything he thought he knew about loyalty and guilt.
But when a hidden truth comes to light - that Rosalind's brother didn't die by Aklan's hand but by choice, their world begins to unravel. Old wounds reopen. Ancient forces stir. And Rosalind learns she is no ordinary wolf, but something far rarer, something worth killing for.
Between vengeance and love, duty and destiny, one wrong move could ignite a war between realms.
And the cruelest part?
She might just lose her heart to the man she was born to destroy.
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Chapter 8
The second the door to Valora's room clicked shut, she was on me, her hands shoving me against the wall with a force that made the wood creak. Her lips crashed into mine, hungry and relentless, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pressed herself closer. I couldn't help the low giggle that escaped into the kiss, the sudden intensity catching me off guard.
I laughed against her mouth, half caught off guard, half entertained. "What's gotten into you?"
She drew back just enough to murmur, "What do you mean?"
I tilted my head, watching her through half-lidded eyes. "We spent the night together. I left your room just this morning, you're acting like you haven't seen me in weeks. Didn't think you'd be this-" I smirked. "Insatiable."
Her answering grin was slow, predatory. "Maybe I am. Maybe I need you too often for my own good."
I could've laughed again if it didn't sound so true.
She stepped back, her movements deliberate as she made a show of undressing. The purple corset dress she'd been wearing slid to the floor, revealing smooth skin and curves that never failed to pull my attention. It was always a performance with her - Valora never moved without the intent to be watched.
I exhaled through my nose, amused, until my hands found her waist again.
I leaned against the wall, watching her with a raised brow. "You do love your dramatics, don't you?"
Her eyes flicked to mine, wicked amusement in them. "And you love to watch."
She wasn't wrong.
I smirked, my own shirt hitting the ground as I followed her lead. I closed the distance between us, grabbing her waist and spinning her so her chest pressed against the wall. She gasped - half surprise, half anticipation. Her head tilted back, her breath unsteady. I could feel her pulse racing against my fingertips.
My fingers worked quickly, unbuckling my belt with a sharp snap. "Hands back," I ordered, my voice low.
Valora complied, stretching her arms behind her, and I looped the belt around her wrists, pulling it tight. She let out a soft whimper, her body already trembling with anticipation. But instead of closing the gap, I stepped back, leaning against the opposite wall, my eyes locked on hers.
She twisted her head to look at me, confusion flickering across her face. "Aklan? What are you doing?"
"Don't move," I said quietly, dragging a hand through my hair. "Tell me something first."
She blinked, wary. "Tell you what?"
I crossed my arms, my gaze steady. "What's our arrangement, Valora?"
Her frown deepened, her bare shoulders tensing. "Why are you asking me that now? I'm practically naked."
"Because this is the only time I know you'll be truthful," I said, my tone sharp. "When you're desperate. So, what's our arrangement?"
Her brows knit together. "You're impossible."
"Humor me."
She stared at me, confusion flickering into a faint smile. "We agreed it's casual. No promises. No emotions."
I nodded, stepping closer but not touching her yet. "Good. Now, what was that earlier, in the cafeteria? Asking who you had to kill?"
Her expression softened, and she let out another small whimper, shifting against the wall. "It was just a joke, Aklan. Harmless."
I tilted my head, studying her. "I don't believe you. You get possessive, Val. Too possessive. I need to know you're not going to pull what you did the first year again. You promised me you wouldn't do anything stupid because of me."
"Aklan-"
"No," I cut in, voice sharper now. "You've done reckless things before."
"I won't," she said quickly, her voice pleading. "I swear, I won't."
I wanted to believe her. Saints, I did. But belief wasn't something I afforded easily anymore.
"Good," I said after a long pause.
I held her gaze for a moment longer, searching for any hint of a lie. Satisfied, I closed the distance, turning her to face me. My pants hit the floor, and I pressed myself against her, my fangs grazing her neck just enough to draw a gasp. She melted into me, her body yielding as I guided her to the makeup desk nearby. Using the belt still binding her wrists, I bent her over the desk, pulling her back into each thrust.
My lips brushed her ear as I leaned down. "This is supposed to be quick," I murmured. "I'm not holding back for you."
I quickened my pace, her moans filling the room as the tension built fast and fierce. It didn't take long before our orgasms crashed over us, leaving us both breathless.
Afterwards, silence settled between us - heavy, spent, my mind already elsewhere. I steadied her, carefully unfastening the belt from her wrists and helping her back into her clothes.
When she was dressed, I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. She smiled faintly. "You're leaving already?
"I've got class in twenty minutes," I murmured. "And I don't intend to walk in smelling like you."
Her smirk returned, slow and sly. "Shame. I like marking you."
"I'll see you later."
She nodded, still catching her breath, and I slipped out of her room, the door clicking shut behind me.
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Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part.
The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys.
Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero.
Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold.
I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth.
But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me."
Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again.
Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.
7.9
Hannah came home under a false identity, ready to keep her head down and avoid trouble. Then a near-drowning opened her eyes, and the family she had wanted gave her nothing but disappointment.
She severed every tie, shed the disguise, and rose in revenge as a miracle doctor, brilliant hacker, and feared underworld ruler. Shock followed her family at every turn.
Her parents regretted everything. Her eldest brother clung desperately to the bond of their shared blood, while her second brother gave up his entire fortune just to earn her forgiveness. Her third brother offered up his own body for a surgery-all to save her.
But Hannah stayed cold and built her empire alone. Only one deadly rival refused to be ignored.
"I was hired to kill you, mister."
"Then take my heart, too."
7.7
Five years ago, Zaria Blackthorne lost everything. Framed as a traitor's daughter, she watched her parents die, was betrayed by her fated mate, Callum Nightbane, and cast into prison-only to be saved by a monster who wanted to ruin her. That night, she should have died. But fate had other plans.
Now, she's back. No longer the naïve girl who once begged for mercy, she has been reborn as Celeste Draven, the temptress of Nightbane Academy. With a new identity, a rare bloodline that makes her irresistible, and a body forged for seduction, she is ready to dismantle the lives of those who betrayed her-one sinful encounter at a time.
But revenge comes at a cost.
Three powerful men are obsessed with her and they are a tool in her revenge games and then she realised the deeper she played, the harder it becomes to keep the men in control.
And what do you think will happen when the truth comes to light, and she discovered she was being played herself? Will she sacrifice her love for vengeance or allow her enemies to burn and claim the throne for herself?
Dive into this story of betrayal, revenge, reverse haram, and obsession, where no man actually owns Zaria Blackthorne.
9.5
Seven words
9.5
Mara Vance never expected her life to shatter in an instant. But one late-night message-seven careless words never meant for her-exposes the truth her fiancé thought he'd buried.
"She won't suspect anything tonight."
Betrayal should have broken her.
Instead, it sharpened her.
While Marcus scrambles to keep his perfect image intact, Mara begins a quiet, calculated unraveling of everything he cherishes. Not loud. Not messy. No screaming, no scenes. Just a slow, elegant destruction designed to make him question his reputation... his future... and eventually, his sanity.
As old loyalties shift and hidden secrets crawl into the light, Mara discovers that revenge isn't a moment-it's a strategy. And the sweetest payback is the kind no one sees coming until it's far too late.
Seven words ended her trust.
Now seven thousand unspoken plans will end his world.
A tense, intoxicating story of love turned weapon-where the real damage is done in silence.
9.3
"She's mine tonight, asshole, you had her last week." Zack, taller and broader, with those piercing blue eyes, shoved him back hard. "Fuck off, Zade. Her tight little pussy belongs wrapped around my dick." And then there was Mark, my stepdad, looming in the doorway like a goddamn predator, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Both of you back the fuck off. I'm the man of the house and that sweet ass is mine to pound whenever I want."
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9.6
Chloe Decker has spent her whole life trying to stay out of trouble especially the kind that rides a motorcycle, wears a leather jacket, and smirks like the world belongs to him. Unfortunately, that trouble has a name: Alfie. They go to the same school, live in the same town, and hate each other with a passion that could burn down the world. He's the arrogant son of the Black Fangs MC President, while she's the quiet girl who wants nothing to do with the club or its reckless members. But when a cruel prank, a dangerous secret, and one unexpected night throw them together, Chloe's world begins to unravel. Alfie isn't just the ruthless biker everyone fears he's also the boy who can't stop looking at her like she's the only thing keeping him alive. Every fight between them feels like a spark. Every touch feels like a threat. And soon, their hate turns into something much darker and much harder to control. In a world filled with roaring engines, loyalty, and betrayal, love was never supposed to happen especially not between enemies. But fate has other plans, and Chloe will soon discover that sometimes, the most dangerous hearts are the ones that were meant for you all along.