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]

Nathaniel stormed down the dimly lit hallway, his breaths ragged, his hands shaking.

Because if he did—if he saw Rain standing there, lips swollen, body trembling from the kiss they just shared—

He would break all over again.

The bond was ruthless, relentless. It gnawed at his sanity, at his control, whispering in his mind like a siren's call, urging him to go back, to claim what was his.

His fists clenched, nails biting into his palms as he forced his wolf back, tamping down the sheer need that burned through him like wildfire.

He reached his study, slamming the door shut behind him.

For a long moment, he stood there, chest heaving, the silence pressing in on him like a noose.

His reflection in the glass cabinet across the room was a stranger's—eyes wild, hair disheveled, lips red from the way he had devoured Rain just moments ago.

Nathaniel exhaled sharply and pressed his forehead against the cool wood of the door.

What the hell am I doing?

Every instinct, every fiber of his being wanted Rain—not just as a mate, but as something deeper. Something primal. Something possessive.

If Rain pushed him further…

Nathaniel wasn't sure he would have the strength to hold back anymore.

Back in the room, Rain stood frozen, still pressed against the cold stone wall, his fingers brushing over his lips.

His chest heaved, his mind a tangled mess of emotions he couldn't even begin to unravel.

But the heat of his touch, the roughness of his grip, the desperate way he had kissed him—it lingered, burned into Rain's skin.

His wolf howled in frustration, clawing at his control, furious at the sudden loss of warmth.

Not just from the kiss. Not just from the bond.

But from the way Nathaniel had pulled away.

Rain's throat felt tight, his pulse thrumming wildly against his ribs.

This was something neither of them could afford.

He squeezed his eyes shut, dragging in a shaky breath.

Then, slowly, he pushed off the wall, his legs unsteady beneath him.

His mind was a warzone, his body still thrumming with need, but there was something sharper now, something colder beneath it all—

Nathaniel thought he could just walk away?

That he could run from this?

A slow, dangerous smile curled at the edges of Rain's lips.

But he wouldn't be able to hide for long.

Because Rain was done playing this game.

Chapter : Losing Control