Fated Enemies, Fated Mates [BL]

The night air was thick with tension, the weight of the Blood Moon pressing upon the world like an omen yet to be deciphered. Rain could feel it in his bones—the restless pull, the insatiable heat simmering beneath his skin, the storm gathering between him and Nathaniel that was ready to explode.

Rain's breath was ragged as he stood at the edge of the balcony, looking out into the dark expanse of the Alpha King's estate. He had been confined here for weeks now, his every move shadowed by the King's watchful eyes. But it was tonight that the true battle began—not of claws and fangs, but of wills.

Behind him, the heavy doors creaked open, and that familiar presence swept into the room like a force of nature. Nathaniel Castellan.

The air grew charged, the intensity of their bond thickening with every step the Alpha King took. Rain could hear him moving, the slow, deliberate sound of boots against marble, each step echoing like a warning.

"You're restless," Nathaniel murmured, his voice like dark velvet as he stopped a breath away from Rain. "The Blood Moon stirs something inside you, doesn't it?"

Rain's fingers curled around the railing, his jaw tightening. "And you already know what."

Nathaniel chuckled, a deep, knowing sound that sent a shiver down Rain's spine. "I do. But I want to hear you admit it."

Rain turned sharply, eyes flashing silver, his chest heaving with restrained fury. "You want to hear me say that your mark is driving me insane? That every time the moon rises, I feel you inside me like a curse I can't break?"

Nathaniel's gaze darkened, and he stepped forward, closing the space between them in an instant. "It's not a curse, Rain," he murmured, his fingers brushing against Rain's wrist where the mark pulsed with heat. "It's fate."

Rain shuddered at the touch, his body betraying him with the way it leaned into the contact. It infuriated him. He hated how easily Nathaniel unraveled him, how the bond pulled him closer even as his mind screamed for distance.

"You don't get to decide my fate," Rain spat, his breath hitching when Nathaniel's fingers trailed higher, over his forearm, to the rapid pulse at his throat.

"I already have."

Rain's heart slammed against his ribs as Nathaniel's other hand curled around his waist, pulling him flush against the solid heat of his body. The scent of him—dark spice and power—wrapped around Rain like a vice, suffocating and intoxicating all at once.

The tension cracked, and before Rain could push him away, Nathaniel's lips were on his, fierce and demanding. It wasn't a kiss meant to soothe—it was a conquest, a battle of dominance, a clash of teeth and tongues that left no room for resistance.

Rain wanted to fight it. He wanted to shove Nathaniel away, to claw at the possessive grip on his waist, to tear himself free from the madness of their bond.

But he didn't.

Because as much as he hated the Alpha King, he hated himself more for wanting this.

For needing this.

Nathaniel deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in Rain's hair, tilting his head back as he pressed him against the cold railing. The world beyond them faded—there was only the heat, the hunger, the unbearable weight of their connection tightening like a noose around Rain's throat.

When Nathaniel finally pulled away, his breath was hot against Rain's lips, his voice a husky whisper. "You can fight me all you want, Rain. But you can't fight this."

Rain's chest heaved, his nails biting into Nathaniel's arms as he glared up at him. "Watch me."

Nathaniel smirked, but there was something darker in his gaze, something that spoke of a storm still to come. He leaned in, brushing his lips against Rain's ear. "Then I'll enjoy breaking you."

A sharp knock at the door shattered the moment, and both Alphas turned as Soren's voice cut through the charged silence.

"My King," he said, and there was an urgency in his tone that made Rain's stomach coil with unease. "There's been an attack."

Nathaniel's expression hardened instantly. He pulled away from Rain, his presence still lingering in the space between them as he turned toward the door. "Where?"

"The eastern border," Soren answered. "It's them."

Rain's blood ran cold. Them.

The real enemy had finally made their move.

To Be Continued...