Juliette_DA

Nathaniel Castellan, the ruthless Alpha King, has spent years conquering rival packs to forge the strongest werewolf empire in history. 

His rule is absolute, his power unmatched, and his heart frozen. 

Love has no place in a world where strength is everything and weakness is unforgivable. 

Rain Silvano, the fierce and rebellious Blood Moon Alpha, has spent just as long waging a guerrilla war against Nathaniel’s empire. 

Known as the ghost of the northern forests, Rain refuses to bow to anyone—not even the infamous Alpha King. 

But when a fated ambush leads to Rain’s capture, everything changes. 

Bound by chains and dragged before his enemy, Rain faces Nathaniel with unbroken defiance—until an ancient mating mark ignites between them, branding them as fated mates under the moon goddess's decree. 

Fate may have bound them, but neither alpha is willing to submit. 

Forced into isolation during the Blood Moon, they must navigate their explosive bond, a growing war between their packs, and the dangerous line between love and hate.  

Can enemies become lovers? 

Or will their stubborn pride destroy them both—and their world?

Fated Enemies, Fated Mates [BL]

The heavy silence in the dimly lit chamber was almost suffocating. Nathaniel sat in his study, one hand resting against his temple, the other gripping the armrest of his chair.

The weight of the past days hung over him like a noose tightening around his throat. His mind was sharp, his instincts honed, but when it came to Rain—his rebellious, untamed mate—he found himself walking a razor-thin line between control and obsession.

He exhaled slowly, his golden eyes flickering to the crackling fireplace. The warmth did little to soothe the restlessness clawing at his insides.

Rain's presence in his territory was an undeniable force, one that stirred something primal within him. His mate fought him at every turn, and yet, Nathaniel couldn't ignore the way Rain's scent lingered in his senses, igniting a hunger that refused to be sated.

And then there was the matter of the assassination attempt.

Nathaniel's jaw clenched. Someone had dared to strike at what was his. He had slaughtered the rogues without mercy, yet a deeper, unsettling truth lingered beneath the surface—this wasn't a random attack. It was planned.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. "Enter."

Alec stepped inside, his expression dark, his usually composed demeanor edged with something colder. "We found something."

Nathaniel's gaze sharpened. "Go on."

Alec moved closer, his voice low. "The rogues weren't acting alone. There's a faction, operating in the shadows. They call themselves Luna's Wrath—wolves who believe the Blood Moon bond is a curse rather than a blessing. They see your connection to Rain as an abomination."

Nathaniel's fingers tightened around the armrest. "So they dare interfere with fate itself?" His voice was dangerously calm.

Alec hesitated, then said, "There's more. The symbol we found on the assassins—it belongs to an old enemy."

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the distant howling of the wind outside.

Then, the room erupted in a whirlwind of fury. Nathaniel stood abruptly, his power crackling through the air like a storm about to break.

"Soren," he repeated, his voice laced with venom. "Rain's second-in-command."

Alec nodded. "It seems he's not as loyal as Rain believes."

Nathaniel's thoughts spun. If Soren had truly turned against Rain, it meant something far worse—Rain wasn't just fighting Nathaniel anymore. He was in danger from his own people.

And that, more than anything, infuriated him.

Nathaniel's hands curled into fists. "Where is Rain now?"

Alec hesitated. "He's… in the east wing."

Nathaniel didn't wait for more. He stormed out of the study, his instincts sharpening.

And he would ensure that nothing—not rogue factions, not traitors, not even Rain's own stubborn pride—stood between them.

Not when fate had already made its choice.

Chapter : Luna's Wrath