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 barely registered the moment his back hit the desk.

All he knew was the searing heat—

The way Rain's body pressed against his, demanding, consuming, unrelenting.

He should have stopped this. Should have pushed Rain away. Should have taken a breath, stepped back, reclaimed his control.

Because the moment Rain's lips brushed against his again, Nathaniel was lost.

He gripped Rain's waist, fingers digging in, possessive. The soft fabric of his shirt bunched beneath his hands, a fragile barrier between them that he despised.

Rain's breath hitched, but his fingers were just as desperate, fisting Nathaniel's collar, pulling—demanding.

Nathaniel answered it the only way he knew how.

His hand tangled in Rain's silver hair, tilting his head just enough—

And then he devoured him.

Their lips crashed together, the kiss no longer soft, no longer hesitant. It was wild, dangerous—all teeth and tongues and a battle for control neither of them wanted to win.

Rain's hands moved, trailing down Nathaniel's chest, slow, teasing, tracing every line of muscle as if memorizing him.

Not when Rain's scent clouded his mind, when his body melted against him like he belonged there.

Nathaniel shifted, gripping Rain's thighs, lifting him effortlessly onto the desk.

Rain's hands slid to Nathaniel's shoulders, nails digging in slightly as he leaned closer, lips brushing against his ear.

"Don't start something you can't handle, Rain."

A laugh—breathy, taunting. "Oh, I can handle you, Alpha."

Nathaniel's pulse snapped.

His lips found Rain's neck, tracing fire along his skin, claiming—not gently, not carefully, but desperately.

Rain's breath came fast, his fingers still tangled in Nathaniel's shirt.

Nathaniel cursed under his breath.

Rain blinked, still dazed, lips swollen, cheeks flushed.

Nathaniel had never seen him like this—undone.

Nathaniel stepped back, exhaling sharply.

"Go to your room," he said, his voice rough, strained.

Rain raised an eyebrow, lips curling into something smug. "Running again?"

He leaned in, just enough for Rain to feel the heat of his breath.

Then, he turned—moving toward the door, locking every muscle in place.

"I'm not done with you, Nathaniel."

Chapter : Fyre Night