Bonded to My Enemy by itsvlada
Bonded to My Enemy
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Odette's mother died in a war started by the family she once considered friends. Now that family lives under her roof - because her father married the enemy's widow to secure power over the conquered mountain clan. Which means Kain, the boy Odette loved since she was little, is now her stepbrother. He walks around shirtless to remind her what she can't have. Brings girls home, specifically the ones who bully her, and gets louder when she asks him to stop. Whispers filthy things while breaking her ribs in combat. He hates her. She hates him more. When Odette finally claws her way into the Dragon Rider Academy on her last chance, Kain volunteers as her mentor - not to teach her, but to make her fail so publicly her House will never recover. Then a dragon no one wanted bonds with Odette. Kain's own dragon refuses to attack her and stands between them like a shield. And every time Kain pins her to a wall to threaten her, his body says something very different from his mouth. Odette has every reason to destroy him. He has a plan to destroy everything she loves. But the dragons don't care about their reasons.
Chapter 1
Jun 23, 2026
Odette’s POV
I swear to gods, I’m gonna kill someone today.
"Kain!" My fist hit the shared bathroom door hard enough to rattle the hinges. "The exam starts in less than two hours! Open up!"
It’s perhaps the most important day of my life and I knocked a thousand times before I started pounding, and still that bastard refuses to let me in.
Then I remembered — the spare key. I reached behind the sconce and when the lock clicked, I shoved the door open only for the image of half-naked Elowyn to slam into my focus.
Of all people…
Of course he chose the girl who'd made my childhood a living hell. Who'd tormented me at every feast and gathering since I was nine. Who he once was protecting me from.
But now he loves to hurt me in the worst way possible.
I stood frozen in my place and watched her arching against the bathroom counter. Kain was squeezing hard one of her breasts with one hand and gripping her jaw with another, tilting her throat to his greedy dirty mouth.
Her legs were wrapped around him, letting his hips roll slowly and grinding against her like they had all the time in the world.
Neither of them stopped in my presence.
"Oh," Elowyn breathed, her eyes finding mine over Kain's shoulder. A terrible smile appeared on her face, the one I know so well. "Look who's here."
I couldn't move. Couldn’t stop watching them either. Couldn’t stop the unwanted heat spreading through my whole body.
Stop it. You don’t want him anymore, you hate him, remember?
"What's wrong, Odette?" She tugged Kain's hair, pulling his head back so I could see his face — flushed, lips wet, eyes black and half-lidded. "Want to join us? You've been drooling over him since you were… what, seven? That little crush never died, did it?"
"Shut up, El," Kain said but didn't pull away though. Didn't even look at me.
"I'm just saying the obvious." She pouted, rolling her hips against him. "She watches you bring girls home every night… Must be killing her. Staring at the wall while she listens to you fuck someone else right next down. Bet she’s getting off to that every night, poor virgin little thing…"
"Elowyn," he practically growled in her mouth, grabbing her hair on the nape.
"What? She's your stepsister, not blood. Her daddy made sure of that when he conquered Icevalley with his dragon army and put your mother on his leash. Might as well use your chance and let that prick taste his own medicine."
Kain slapped her thigh and the sound cracked through the bathroom. Elowyn gasped, but not in pain.
"My room," he said. "Enough of running your mouth. We’ll put it to good use in a minute."
She slid off the counter and dragged her fingers seductively along his jaw as she went to the opposite door of mine. The dirty look she gave me said everything. When the door clicked shut, the silence that followed was worse than anything she could've said.
Kain leaned against the counter, muscular arms crossed over his broad bare chest, and I hated that I noticed. Hated that I still noticed.
The sharp cut of muscle along his powerful torso, the tattoos winding from collarbones to wrists, ink he'd gotten purely because he could. Golden rings on almost every finger. The Black Dragon pendant rests in the hollow of his throat, rising and falling with each slow breath.
His dark hair was still messed from Elowyn's fingers, lips swollen, and even like this, disgusting and shameless, he looked like something carved out of obsidian and sin.
He looked at me like I was something stuck to the bottom of his boot, but I spoke up first.
"You're disgusting," I said. My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Shared bathroom, six in the morning… On the exam day!"
"You should be thanking me." Kain's voice dropped lower, and I know he wanted to make sure every word landed exactly where it would hurt most. "Sex tires me out. So when I'm standing across from you on that sparring field today, maybe I won't shatter every bone in your pathetic body in the first few seconds. You're welcome, sister."
I wanted to hit him, wanted to scream. Instead, I stared at him, and for one suffocating second his dark eyes held mine a beat too long.
Something passed behind them and didn't belong to the person he'd become. A flicker. A ghost. The boy who used to visit Seadrift every summer, who'd hold my hand on the cliffs above the tide pools and say, ‘I won't let anyone hurt you, Odie. Not ever.’ The boy, with his shy grin and his pockets full of shells he'd collected for me.
That boy was dead.
Killed by war between our clans, blood, and everything our families chose to destroy.
Kain's jaw tightened like he'd felt it too and hated himself for it.
"You know what your mother would think," he said quietly, "if she could see what her bloodline produced?" He pushed off the counter. "A whining bitch who can't pass a basic entrance exam. She'd be so proud."
With that he walked out while I stood there shaking, nails cutting crescents into my palms, breathing until I could think again.
Two hours. The exam will start in two hours, my chase to prove my father wrong.
Most children of the High Houses like mine didn't enter the Drakharion Academy until eighteen — they had the wealth for private tutors, the luxury of preparation. The lower castes trained there earlier, as young as thirteen. It was the only path they had.
But the daughter of Feolan Norwood, Lord of the High House of the Blue Dragon, didn't get any path at all. Not when their father believed your purpose began and ended between the birthing bed and the grave.
So I trained alone.
Years of drills on the wet sand of our courtyard before dawn. Strikes against training dummies I'd built from driftwood and rope. My mother was a legendary dragon rider and I studied her old journals until the pages disintegrated in my hands, memorized techniques she'd sketched in the margins.
Two chances after eighteen — that was the rule. After twenty, the Academy's doors sealed forever for those who wanted to bond with dragon. I’m turning nineteen in two months, this is my first chance and I’m gonna use it.
***
"Next are Odette Norwood and Kain Bittencourt. Take your positions!"
Of course it would be him.
I'd already cleared the first two stages before the matchups were drawn.
The Archstone, the ancient artifact that reads magical potential, had pulsed bright beneath my palm. The theory exam I'd barely scraped through. Missed the passing mark by so little the proctor recounted twice. My father found out, like he always does.
The bruises from his hand had only just faded by the time I sat for the next stage. A reminder of what almost failing looked like in the High House of Blue Dragon. But none of that mattered now. The third and final test: one-on-one combat.
Pass, and the Academy opens.
Fail, and everything before it dies.
Kain stepped onto the field rolling his shoulders. That lazy confidence pouring off him like heat. He was sent to the Academy years ago. He'd been training here since eleven, sharpening himself against the best fighters.
By every measurable standard, he was the most dangerous person on that field.
And I had almost nothing.
"Try to last longer than a minute." The bell rang and Kain rolled his neck, looking me up and down like he was already bored. "I skipped breakfast for this and got out of bed with El just half an hour ago — the least you can do is make it entertaining."
I ignored his provocation, focused on the training I’ve had, what I’ve learned, what…
The first hit came fast when Kain’s fist connected with my side and he circled me, patient and predatory, while I folded, gasping.
Dear gods above, I didn’t even have time to react!
When I get up and swung, Kain caught my wrist and twisted it, bringing his mouth to my ear.
"You're already done," he murmured so only I could hear. "But keep standing, I like watching you pretend. It gets me going." His breath was hot against my neck. “Almost as much as Elowyn did this morning."
I wrenched free, threw an elbow, but he blocked it like swatting a fly.
Arms that once held me now locked around my throat to squeeze. A voice that once whispered comfort now whispered filth, designed to humiliate me in front of every person in those seats.
“You're shaking," he breathed against my ear, squeezing tighter. "Is that fear or are you getting off on this? Hard to tell with you. Always did like it rough, didn't you, Odie?"
I kept getting up, and he kept putting me down.
Before the final blow, he pulled me close. One hand fisted in my collar, his forehead nearly touching mine. Close enough to kiss. Close enough to kill.
"Tell your dead mother I said hello."
When he threw me over his shoulder, the crack of my ribs was the loudest sound in the arena.
I'd failed. My chance was stolen by the boy I once loved.
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