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 9
The rest of the day blurred by in a haze of classes, drills, and paperwork. By the time evening rolled around, I was spent, my body heavy with exhaustion. I collapsed onto my bed, the mattress groaning under my weight, and let my eyes drift shut. I didn't even realize I had fallen into a deep sleep until the world shifted.
When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in my room.
I was sitting on a fallen oak tree under a pale sky that had no sun, no stars. Just a faint light that didn't come from anywhere. The air felt different here - thicker, colder. The smell of burnt wood lingered.
And beside me, as real as life, sat Rivan.
"Hello brother," His voice, calm as dawn and a thousand rumbles of thunder at the same time.
I was in shock. "Rivan?"
He looked the same - dark hair tousled, eyes too sharp to belong to the dead.
"Good to see you too, brother." His smile pierced the very fabric of my soul.
"How? How are you here?"
"You never let me in anymore, but I had to find another way." He said quietly.
My throat tightened. "Didn't think it would be easy seeing you again."
He chuckled, that familiar crooked grin ghosting his face. "You've changed, you're harder, colder even, and I can't decide if that's good or bad."
"Probably both."
"This is my doing, is it not? I made you this way." His eyes carried sadness in them.
I shook my head; it wasn't his fault, it never was. "No, it's not your fault. I just, I-"
Rivan extended his hand and nodded for me to take it. I did "Your heart carries too much burden, Aklan, you are heavier because you do not want to feel."
"What? You died and became a therapist?" I scoffed.
He smiled at me. "It's beautiful here. I would invite you over for a visit, but we both know the warlock girl will resurrect you and kill you all over again."
"How did you-? So now you're a therapist and a stalker."
He smirked. "I thought you had a thing for stalkers, that would explain your fixation with the witch."
"I'm not fixated." I shrugged because it was true.
He flashed his ridiculous grin. "That's a lot of late-night sneaking and early morning sessions for someone who isn't fixated."
"Great, you brought me to the endless to discuss my sex life. Well, what about you? Getting any pussy out here?"
Rivan looked faux offended "We do not mate here in the abyss. I'm in the abyss, not in the endless yet. I still get to wander and visit my favorite people."
"And you chose to watch me fuck. Is this how you spend your days, Rivan?"
"Beats sitting by the riverbank every day." He smiled.
I missed him, I missed him more than I knew how to explain.
I grabbed him and hugged him like my life depended on it. I knew it was just a dream, but he felt real. "It's good to see you, brother."
"If I didn't know any better, I would say you had the hots for me when I was alive."
I laughed loudly, my shoulders shrieking, my chest felt loose. I had forgotten how easy life was with Rivan by my side.
"It is good to hear your laughter again, Aklan. It's been four years too long," His eyes mirrored the relief in mine.
I nodded. "I guess I would let you in more often now that time has sharpened your humor."
"We would see each other more often than you think" His voice carried a level of worry that sent a chill through me.
He looked ahead, toward the horizon that didn't exist. "Have you found the red wolf?"
"The what?" I turned to him, frowning.
"The one who doesn't know what she carries," he said, voice distant now. "She's closer than you think, Aklan."
"What are you talking about? Who-"
But before I could finish, he turned to me again, and his expression had shifted - something between sorrow and warning. "You need to find her. She is the key, you have to teach her-."
A sound cut through the dream - faint, rhythmic, and sounded like knocking.
I blinked, and the dream world began to crumble.
When I opened my eyes, I was back in my room, the air thick with the scent of pinewood and sweat. Someone was knocking - louder now.
I groaned and dragged myself to the door to find Kiyan standing there, leaning against the frame.
"You alive?" he asked, brow raised. Probably because he knew I wasn't a deep sleeper and I had taken forever to open the door.
"Define alive."
He rolled his eyes, smiling. "You forgot the recruit's punishment."
I swore under my breath, checking the clock. 11:30 p.m. "She's not going to show up."
"She did," he said simply. "Still standing there."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Perfect. Let her stand all night. Consider it part of the discipline."
Kiyan gave me a look that said he wanted to argue, but didn't. He shrugged. "Your call."
When the door shut again, I collapsed back onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.
For a long time, I didn't move. I tried to tell myself it didn't matter - that she would survive standing for a few hours, that I owed nothing to the world anymore.
But I knew a girl as stubborn as that wouldn't wait for me to come. She would leave if she didn't find me.
By the time my eyes drifted shut again, all I could see was Rivan's smile - and the shadow of a conversation I didn't understand.
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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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Read if you're ready for some heat.
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.