All Chapters of Mated to My Intended's Enemy: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Freya’s POVHis jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "About?""The Howlthorne Pack has been marking territory boundaries near my parents' pack. Three separate incidents this week."A flicker of genuine surprise crossed his features. "When did this happen?""Timothy called me this morning. I tried to reach you immediately.""Aurora mentioned nothing about this.""Imagine that," I replied dryly.Silvano's eyes narrowed. "What exactly are you implying, Freya?"I held his gaze steadily. "I'm not implying anything. I'm stating facts. Aurora answered your phone. I told her it was urgent pack business regarding territory incursions. She refused to put you on the line or disturb you.""I was in negotiations all day—""And your phone conveniently went straight to voicemail for the next six hours?" I challenged.A muscle worked in his jaw. "What do you want, Freya?"The question—so direct, so cold—knocked the wind from me momentarily. What did I want? I wanted my mate back. I wanted my family who

Silvano's POVThe pain hit without warning—white-hot agony lancing through my chest as if a burning blade had been driven into my heart. My knees nearly buckled beneath me as I clutched at the front of my shirt, breath coming in ragged gasps. Around me, the northern border patrol continued their sweep through the forest, unaware that their Alpha was fighting to remain standing."Alpha?" Adrian approached with concern etched across his features. "Is everything all right?"I straightened with effort, forcing my expression to remain neutral despite the fire raging in my chest. "Fine. Continue the patrol. I need a moment."The pain intensified, radiating outward from my sternum like toxic tendrils spreading through my veins. My wolf howled in agony within me, thrashing against an invisible enemy—this was no ordinary injury.As the patrol moved ahead, I leaned against an ancient oak, fighting to control my breathing. My phone vibrated in my pocket. With trembling fingers, I pulled it out to

Freya's POVSleep evaded me all night.I kept replaying our encounter in the bathroom doorway, the raw hunger in his eyes contradicting months of cold distance. More confusing was that brief flash of pain I'd caught when he touched me.What was he hiding?As dawn's first light crept through our curtains, I abandoned any hope of sleep and slipped quietly from the bed. Silvano remained motionless, but I knew better—his breathing had changed the moment I moved. He was awake, yet choosing to maintain our charade of disconnection.He's ours, Selene growled insistently within me. The Alpha. Our mate.Selene had been increasingly agitated lately, pushing me toward Silvano despite all evidence suggesting he'd gotten over whatever we once had.I closed my eyes, forcing my breathing to even out, pretending I'd drifted back to sleep. I heard soft movement nearby—he seemed close, his breath warming my face. Then nothing.When I opened my eyes again, the bedroom was empty. Obviously he was delibera

Freya's POVSleep never came that night. I stared at the ceiling, Silvano's words echoing through my mind.Those black lines beneath his collar... they weren't normal. My scientific mind cataloged everything I'd observed: his physical pain when touching me, eight months of gradual withdrawal, the energy disturbance my system had detected. The pieces formed a terrifying puzzle I wasn't sure I wanted to solve.By dawn's first light, Silvano was gone. His side of the bed barely disturbed, as though he'd spent the night perched on the edge, afraid to relax even in sleep. The only evidence he'd been there at all was his lingering scent."Daddy left early again?" Isabella asked when I entered her room to help her prepare for school."He had important pack business," I replied automatically, the excuse worn thin from overuse.As I brushed her hair, I caught Isabella watching me in the mirror, her expression far too serious for a five-year-old. One-quarter fairy bloodline had given her an unca

Freya's POVFive days passedI woke with a start in my temporary quarters at Moretti AI Technologies, my hand instinctively reaching across the bed for Silvano's warmth. My fingers found only cold, empty sheets. Reality crashed back like a physical blow—we were separated, deliberately apart, all to slow the curse that was steadily claiming my mate.The digital clock read 6:47 AM. I'd barely slept three hours after spending most of the night upgrading the energy detection modules in the Artemis system. If this curse had a supernatural energy signature, my technology would find it.I turned away from the window and buried myself in the Artemis system's analytics panel. The supercomputer had been gathering background supernatural energy readings for months—a project I'd started when Isabella first showed signs of her quarter-fairy bloodline heritage. Now I repurposed it, calibrating the sensors to detect dark magic signatures matching the energy I'd captured from Silvano's curse mark last