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 moon hung high, casting silver streaks over the grand estate, but inside, the air was thick—charged with something neither of them could name, yet both could feel.

Nathaniel sat at his desk, unmoving, staring at the untouched glass of whiskey in his hand.

Because the taste of Rain was still on his tongue.

His fingers twitched, and he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He had kissed Rain—claimed his lips with a desperation that left him shaken.

And yet, he had walked away.

It had taken everything in him to do so.

But now, as the silence stretched, as the scent of Rain still clung to his skin, a realization dawned—

He didn't want to walk away.

Nathaniel tensed, his grip tightening around the glass.

Still, he forced himself to sound indifferent. "What?"

The door creaked open, and there he stood—

Dressed in nothing but a loose shirt, his bare legs peeking beneath the hem, Rain looked both fragile and deadly in the dim light.

His silver hair was slightly tousled, his pale skin glowing against the shadows, and his lips—those lips Nathaniel had devoured just moments ago—were parted, as if he was ready to speak, to demand, to take.

Because in Rain's eyes, there was something he had never seen before—

"You ran," Rain said, voice soft, almost teasing.

Nathaniel gritted his teeth. "Go back to your room."

Rain took a slow, deliberate step forward.

Nathaniel's body snapped to attention.

His chair scraped against the marble floor as he stood, his hands planted on the desk, his eyes locked onto Rain's.

"This isn't a game," he warned, voice laced with steel.

Rain tilted his head, his gaze never wavering. "Then stop treating me like something you can just walk away from."

A muscle ticked in Nathaniel's jaw.

Something between them broke.

One moment, he was standing at the door.

The next, he was in front of Nathaniel, gripping his shirt, pulling him forward.

Nathaniel's breath stuttered as Rain's body pressed against his—warm, soft, yet utterly unyielding.

"Tell me you don't want this," Rain whispered, his breath ghosting over Nathaniel's lips.

The challenge in his eyes, the way he refused to back down—it was pushing Nathaniel to the edge, shoving him over.

His hands moved before he could stop them—gripping Rain's waist, tight, dragging him closer until there was no space left between them.

Their chests rose and fell in unison, their breaths mingling, their bond screaming for more.

His voice was a growl, raw and desperate.

A slow, knowing smile curved his lips.

Chapter : Game Over