MY VAMPIRE ENEMY IS MY MATE

Jenna’s POV

Every time he touched me, a cold sensation ran through my body. I couldn’t see his face everything was hidden in darkness, with shadows moving quietly around me. My breath came faster as his hand moved lower, each touch sending nervousness and something unfamiliar through me.

When his fingers reached the edge of my underwear, I let out a soft gasp. His cold touch made me shiver, especially when he paused at the most sensitive spot. He didn’t rush, just lingered there, making my heart pound.

Then, I felt his lips near my ear. The faint brush of fangs against my neck made me freeze. A sharp tingle spread through me, and just as quickly, he whispered, “Find me.”

I gasped and shot up in bed, soaked in sweat and more than that. My sheets clung to my body like a second skin, and my heart pounded like a war drum. It took me a moment to realize it had been another one of those dreams. The same dream that kept coming back. The one where a vampire made love to me. But not just any vampire, it was him. I didn’t know who he was, but his voice was always the same. He would touch me, drive me crazy, and leave me aching with just two words: “Find me.”

I didn’t know what that meant, or why I kept having dreams about a man I had never met.

Come to think of it, he wasn’t just any man he was a vampire. Vampires weren’t some fantasy to us—they were real. And they were our worst enemies. Wolves and vampires were like fire and ice, destined to clash, never to mix. We never got along. The last time I saw one was when I was fifteen. Our pack, the Moon Storm Pack, fought with a vampire clan called the Night Walkers.

That night painted our forest in blood and ash. They killed half our pack, including my parents. I watched them die. I remember the scream frozen in my throat, and most of all, the sound of snarls and bones breaking.

Since that day, I promised myself I’d rip the heart out of the next vampire I saw.

So why the hell was I dreaming about one touching me like that?

The dreams started when I turned eighteen and got my wolf, Lila. Tonight, I turned twenty. And tonight, there was a full moon. On nights like this, all wolves shifted and ran wild through the forest. The shift hurt, and there was no control until the moon disappeared from the sky.

Knowing it was the full moon, I knew I had to get ready for my shift.

I sighed and pushed the blanket off to go clean myself up from how messy my panties were from the dream, but just then, I heard a knock at my door.

“Jenna,” a voice called.

“Are you still sleeping?” the voice rang through the door once more.

I already knew who it was—my older sister, Katharine. She was all I had left. After the massacre, it was just the two of us. She became my protector, my second mother, and sometimes, my biggest headache. Our parents were killed by the Night Walkers, and we’d been on our own ever since. That pain never went away. It etched itself into the corners of my soul. And I’d never stopped hating vampires for it.

Katharine walked in and froze when she saw me. Her eyes moved from my face down to the wet spot between my legs. Her lips parted for a few seconds before she could put her words together to speak.

“Jenna… is that—?” she started, her voice uncertain.

Before she could finish, I quickly pulled the blanket over myself.

“Did you…?” she tried again.

I swallowed hard. “No. I didn’t touch myself. I just woke up like this.”

She raised an eyebrow like she didn’t believe me but didn’t say anything. Instead, she stepped further into the room.

“I, um… I came to ask you something,” she said calmly.

“Oh, what is it then?” I replied, already looking for clothes to change into.

“Well, it’s the full moon tonight, and I need some firewood for when we get back from the forest tomorrow morning. I don’t really want to go out there alone… so, can I borrow your Alpha?” Her voice turned a little playful. “Ryker said he’d help and use the opportunity to check the borders at the same time. Is that okay with you?”

I paused.

Ryker wasn’t just our Alpha...he was my mate. He was also twenty-four, the same age as Katharine. We’d all grown up together, tangled in childhood games and teenage crushes, but Ryker chose me from the very beginning. He loved me, and tomorrow night, during the mating ritual, he would make me his Luna. I’d move into his room, and our bond would be official. We’d be joined not just in body, but in soul.

I looked at Katharine, who gave me her best puppy eyes and put her hands together in a begging pose.

“Please… I promise we won’t be long.”

I sighed. “Alright. He can go with you.”

She beamed and thanked me over and over before walking out and closing the door behind her.

I sat there for a moment, trying to calm the storm in my chest. Something felt off about tonight. A strange buzzing in my bones, like something was coming. Lila, my wolf, stirred restlessly in the back of my mind but didn’t speak. She was unsettled too.

I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. The air was already thick with steam. I turned on the shower and stood under the warm water, hoping it would wash away the strange heaviness I’d been carrying since I woke up.

But as the water ran down my back, I heard it again.

“Find me…”

A whisper.

My eyes flew open in shock. I looked around quickly, my heart racing. There was no one in the room, no shadow behind the curtain, no footsteps outside the door. Just me and the voice.

It was faint and distant, but it echoed clearly in my mind. I knew that voice. I had heard it in the dream, saying the same words to me.

This wasn’t just a lingering memory. It felt real—far too real. I shook my head, almost trying to displace the thought and make myself believe it was just my imagination, but all of a sudden, it came again.

“Find me…” the voice repeated, softer now, almost pleading.

I froze under the water. My breath caught in my throat. Fear crawled down my spine like ice. I stepped out of the shower, dried off with trembling hands, and got dressed quickly. I didn’t want to stay in the room any longer.

“Katharine?” I called out, hoping she hadn’t left yet.

Silence answered me. I checked the hanging clock and saw it had been over thirty minutes since she left. I was alone. And suddenly, that silence felt suffocating.

Still shaken, I made up my mind. I would go to the border. I needed to find Ryker. Maybe he could help me make sense of the voice—and the dream that had been haunting me for a while, which I kept from everybody.

The woods were dark as I sprinted through the door and headed toward the border. The kind of dark that swallowed torches. Every step I took filled me with dread. Twigs snapped under my feet, and each sound made me flinch. My pulse pounded in my ears, every nerve in my body on high alert—all because of the strange voice that wouldn’t leave my head. But I kept walking.

Soon, I reached the border. I could already see the trees marking the boundary, shielding our territory from the outside world.

I looked around, about to call Katharine’s name, when I saw something scattered on the forest floor. My eyes were drawn to them instantly. As they narrowed, I realized they were clothes.

I stepped closer, my heart thudding as I struggled to make sense of what I was seeing.

They weren’t just any clothes. I knew those clothes. I had seen them that day…

Katharine’s dress lay crumpled in the grass. Ryker’s shirt was nearby. His jeans, her boots everything thrown carelessly near the base of a massive tree.

No. Please, no. I tried dismissing the thought that was forming in my head as I crept closer, moving to the other side of the tree. That was when I heard it.

Moaning. Loud and shameless.

“Ahh… yes, Ryker,” Katharine cried out breathlessly, her voice high with pleasure.

Ryker grunted, “You feel so good...so damn good.”

I rounded the tree and my world collapsed.

Ryker was on top of her, his body moving hard and fast against hers. His hands gripped her waist as she arched beneath him, completely bare and unashamed. Her nails raked down his back. Their bodies moved in perfect motion.

Katharine moaned again, louder this time. “Don’t stop! Right there, just like that!”

Ryker’s breath was ragged. “You drive me crazy, Kat.”

I stood there, frozen.

A single tear slid down my cheek.

My mate—my Ryker—was inside my sister.