All Chapters of His Mate, His Enemy: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

LUCIEN’S POV I am starting to lose control.“Find her.”My voice echoes through the war chamber, low and lethal, cutting through the heavy silence like a blade. The men standing before me don’t move yet.“Search every border,” I continue, pacing slowly across the stone floor. “Every village. Every forest. I don’t care how far you have to go.”My hands curl into fists at my sides, the skin along my knuckles still split from the destruction of the tower. Blood has dried there in dark streaks, cracked and reopened more times than I can count.I don’t bother to clean it.“Bring her back,” I finish, my voice dropping. “Immediately.”A pause.No one speaks.I stop in front of the closest group, three guards chosen because they are fast and loyal.“Do you understand?” I ask.“Yes, Alpha,” they answer in unison, though I can hear the edge beneath their voices.“Now go,” I say.They turn and leave immediately, boots striking the floor in hurried rhythm as they disappear from the chamber.The

MARCUS’S POVI don’t plan it.That’s the truth I tell myself.Like it just… happens.Like I didn’t spend half the evening watching the corridors, waiting for the right moment. Like I didn’t listen for Seraphine’s footsteps fading into the upper wing before I moved. Like I didn’t already know exactly where to look.But the moment I find the schedule, folded neatly on the edge of a servant’s station, I know that’s a lie.I’ve been looking for it.For her.For any way to make this thing happening to her feel less like something I’m just standing by and watching.The parchment is thin, worn from use. Ink scratched across it in sharp, precise lines.Mara’s name sits at the top.My jaw tightens.Every hour is accounted for.Corridor cleaning in the lower wing, storage maintenance of the upper stairwell and Kitchen overflow.No breaks and no meals.Just relentless work.My hand curls slightly around the edge of the parchment.“She’s going to kill her,” I mutter under my breath.I fold the sc

SAPHRA’S POV I sit across from Eira on the cold stone floor, my back pressed against the rough wall for support, one hand resting protectively over the bandaged wound at my stomach. It still aches with every breath, a dull, persistent reminder that I am not as strong as I need to be.“You asked for answers,” Eira says quietly, her voice echoing faintly through the cavern.The fire between us flickers, casting shadows that dance across her lined face, making her look older.“I did,” I reply, my voice steadier than I feel.She studies me for a long moment, her gaze sharp, searching.“You may regret that,” she says.A chill runs down my spine but I don’t look away.“I already regret what I don’t know,” I tell her.That much is true. The not knowing has been eating at me. Twisting everything I thought I understood into something uncertain.Eira nods slowly.“As you wish.”She begins without another warning.The fire dims suddenly, its flames lowering as if something unseen is pressing do

SAPHRA’S POVDays pass out here without rhythm, no bells, no voices, no structure to hold onto. Just the crunch of leaves beneath my boots and the ache in my body.Eira walks ahead of me, silent as a shadow, her steps sure despite the uneven terrain. I follow more slowly, one hand pressed to my side where the wound still hasn’t fully healed. Every breath pulls at it, sharp and insistent, but I’ve learned how to move through the pain.“Stop,” Eira says suddenly.I freeze instantly.My pulse spikes.“What is it?” I whisper.She doesn’t answer right away. Her head tilts slightly, like she’s listening to something far beyond what I can hear.Then, distant footsteps.Faint but there.My heart jumps into my throat.“Guards?” I murmur.“Not ours,” she says.That doesn’t make it better because if they’re not ours then whose?Eira moves quickly, grabbing my wrist and pulling me off the narrow path into thicker undergrowth. Branches scrape against my arms as we push deeper into the brush, ducki

SAPHRA’S POV The forest goes quiet after Marcus’s words. A stillness that settles deep in my bones. Like the world is waiting for me to decide something that can not be undone. Mara’s hands are still wrapped around mine, trembling faintly. Marcus stands in front of me, unmoving, his gaze steady and unrelenting. Eira lingers behind us, silent, watching. All of them waiting. For me. My chest rises and falls unevenly, my thoughts a storm I can’t seem to control. Everything tangles together until I can’t separate one truth from another. And then, something inside me shifts. “I don’t hate him anymore.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them. Marcus stills. Mara’s grip tightens. Even Eira seems to lean forward slightly. I swallow hard, my throat tightening as I force myself to continue. “I thought I did,” I say, my voice shaking. “For so long, I thought that was all I had left.” Hatred had been easy, simple, clear. It gave me something to hold onto. Something to def