All Chapters of My Fated Enemy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

“Excellent. I was hoping to hear that.”I slowly turned toward Jarith, taking in every bit of smugness written on his face. My heart thundered against my ribcage, my pain and rage blending and growing stronger. My wolf roared, rushing me out of that room, away from the man who betrayed me. But I had already known how this scenario would end…I ground my teeth, struggling to put my hectic thoughts in order. I had always been able to see glimpses of the future. I had used them to guide me or choose the right strategy in the battle. My gift appeared in brief and vague premonitions but never in a vision as precise as the one I'd just had.I clenched the talisman hanging around my neck. I didn't believe it had any special powers. I valued it because it was the only thing I had left of my mother, but why would Jarith want it?The bastard didn't even spare me a glance as he casually discussed his upcoming marriage with the Fiery Mist Pack's elders. He dared laugh as he mentioned the mating c

I breathed in the scent of pine and the night's wind. I found it almost blissful. I inhaled again, and a soft smile curved my lips. A faint pain tensed my body, but it was strangely bearable. More than that… I wasn't cold.I opened my eyes and saw a bright linen fabric hovering above my head. A tent—I was inside a tent. It must have been dawning since the early sunrays slipped through the linen, illuminating the small space. Inhaling slowly, I looked around—looked at myself. I was lying on a soft blanket, covered with thick furs. Then I glanced underneath and noticed I was wearing a black tunic—a far too large tunic.My heart began to race. How the hells had I found myself in someone's tent? I lifted my aching body to sit and released a breath, gathering my thoughts. The black wolf… He saved my life. Was he the one who had brought me here?Sucking in a shaky breath, I rose to my feet and walked toward the flap before slowly stepping outside. My eyes instantly drifted to the dying camp

I was sitting in the local tavern, a place run by Rosela—the lovely, old lady who had come earlier to greet us. She'd invited everyone, and by everyone, I meant at least half of the village. A long table had been formed, and Rosela led us to the top seats. The remaining seats were occupied by more than three dozen villagers, all keeping their eyes on us—on their Alpha.I kept reminding myself I need to breathe, I need to stay calm, but under the mask of serenity, I was on the verge of panic. This was a nightmare. I was supposed to lie low and find a place where I could be safe. Instead, I'd found myself in front of Sarendonia's greatest enemy. I was certain that the Fates had laughed their asses off when they'd decided to lead me here.“More potatoes, dear?” Andrea, Rosela's younger sister, didn't wait for my answer. She beamed at me and quickly shoved more potatoes onto my plate. That smiling woman had to be literally made of kindness. She had even given me some undergarments, leggin

KAIRAA shiver danced down my spine, not an entirely unpleasant one. I looked into Dearon's deep blue eyes, saw the sultry smirk pulling at his lips. Had he just invited me to his inner circle? He was either even more reckless than I was, or this was some kind of a test, a wicked game of his.A heartbeat passed, and all eyes were on me. No pressure. This reminded me of one of the countless meetings I had participated in as Jarith's advisor. Just like then, I could easily sense the nearly palpable hostility radiating from some. Especially the two gray-haired men clearly didn't want my presence here.Exhaling slowly, I stepped toward the table and cleared my throat. “A political marriage…” I started, and the meeting with elders from the Fiery Mist Pack appeared in my mind. My stomach roiled, but I drew another breath and looked around the room. “Truthfully, it depends on the terms of the alliance… and mutual trust.”A man with a gray beard and nearly white hair tied at the back of his n