Virgin's Vengeance: Marked by My Enemy
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She planned to destroy him. Fate made her crave him. For five years, Kaia Grimm has lived for revenge-burning to tear down the ruthless Duskmore pack for her sister's murder. Her plan? Seduce the Alpha heir, Ronan, and rip his world apart from the inside. But fate plays dirty. Ronan marks her as his mate-binding Kaia to him in a bond she can't break and a passion she can't deny. Even before the mark, her body responded to his presence. Now, his voice is a growl against her lips: "I want to kiss you so badly it's driving me insane." Kaia tries to resist. "We shouldn't," she breathes. But their kiss is inevitable-desperate, hungry, and full of promise. "I want you," he whispers, "I want you so much." Torn between vengeance and a love she never asked for, Kaia must decide: sacrifice everything she's fought for-or surrender to a bond that could destroy her plans-and her heart. Enemies-to-lovers. Fated mates. One deadly secret.
Chapter 1
Aug 8, 2025
KAIA’S POV
My fingers slid beneath the thin fabric of my nightgown as I lay in the darkness of my small bedroom. The walls were bare, nothing like the rich tapestries that once hung in my childhood home.
I closed my eyes and tried to remember what it felt like before. Before the screaming. Before the blood. Before my entire world burned to ash in a single night.
My hand moved with practiced motion between my thighs, seeking the release that might make me feel human again.
The heat builds slowly, carefully. I've learned to control every sensation, to make sure nothing surprises me. Control was everything now. It was the only thing I have left.
"I have self-control," I breathe into the silence. "I am strong."
My body responded the way it should. The way it was supposed to.
Heat pooled low in my belly, and for a moment, I allowed myself to believe I was healing. That I can reclaim this part of myself that was never touched by their violence.
The sensation built higher. My breath came faster. I was almost there when his face flashed behind my eyelids.
Dark eyes. Strong jaw. The predatory smile that haunted my nightmares.
Ronan Duskmore.
"No!" The word tore from my throat as my body seized, not with pleasure but with horror.
My hand jerked away like I'd been burned. The approaching release died instantly, leaving me cold and shaking. I sat up so fast my head spun, pressing my back against the headboard.
"Not him," I whispered, wrapping my arms around my knees. "Anyone but him."
But the image wouldn't leave. Those dark eyes that looked so much like his father's. The same bloodline that destroyed everything I loved.
"I hate you," I said to the empty room, but my voice shook. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you."
The words felt hollow and wrong, because my body was still humming with need, still craving the touch that was interrupted. Still responding to the memory of a face I should despise.
I threw off the covers and stood on unsteady legs. My nightgown clung to my damp skin, and I could smell my own arousal.
It made me sick.
"This doesn't mean anything," I told myself firmly. But even as I said it, I knew I was lying.
I needed air. I needed to get out of this room that suddenly felt too small, and suffocating. My feet found the cold floor, and I moved through the darkened cottage like a ghost. The front door creaked as I opened it.
The night air hit my overheated skin like a blessing. I breathed deeply, trying to clear my head. Trying to wash away the lingering taste of shame.
My feet carried me down the familiar path without conscious thought. I'd walked this route so many times I could do it blind.
Past the ancient oak that marked the halfway point. Past the cluster of wild roses that bloom even in the deepest part of winter. Toward the only place that has ever given me peace.
A sound escaped my lips. Low and mournful. It took me a moment to realize I was humming.
The melody was something my mother used to sing. A lullaby about wolves and moonlight and love that conquered all.
But tonight, the song felt different. Tonight, it felt like a prayer.
"Moon above and stars so bright," I sang softly, my voice growing stronger with each word. "Guide me through this endless night."
The words seemed to give me power, and made me feel less alone. By the time I reached the riverbank, I was singing with my full voice, letting the melody carry across the water.
This was my place. My sanctuary. I was supposed to meet Kelly here that day. My best friend, my little sister. Instead, I found her broken body among the reeds.
That's when I made my promise. Standing over Kelly's grave, I swore I would never let anyone take from me what they took from her. I would save myself for my true mate. I would protect my purity until the moon goddess blessed me with the one man worthy of my trust.
I couldn't protect her. None of us could. And that truth sank into my bones like frost. But I could protect something. I could draw a line in the ashes and swear that no one—no man, no alpha, no smooth-talking stranger—would ever claim me without honor.
I would save myself for my true mate.
Not because I believed in fairy tales, but because I had to believe in something.
Because in a world where power can be taken, where virgin she-wolves are treated like prizes, I needed one thing that would be mine alone to give.
I would protect my purity until the moon goddess blessed me with the one man worthy of my trust. Someone who saw me, not just the girl with tragic eyes and a haunted past.
Even now, when desire coils in my belly and his eyes burn hotter than fire, I cling to that vow.
Because breaking it would mean surrendering more than my body.
It would mean surrendering the last piece of myself I swore I'd never lose.
I let my voice rise again, carrying the ancient melody across the water. "Love will find me in the end, broken hearts will always mend."
The words tasted like hope and foolishness in equal measure.
I was so lost in the song that I almost missed the shift in the air. The subtle change that meant I was no longer alone.
There was someone else here.
My voice died in my throat when I saw a figure standing with his back to me, twenty feet downstream. Broad shoulders. Dark hair. The kind of presence that makes the very air around him thrum with power.
He was perfectly still, like he'd been listening to my song.
The man turned around slowly and familiar dark eyes met mine across the moonlit water.
Ronan Duskmore.
The same face that flashed in my mind barely half an hour ago.
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