All Chapters of Mated to My Intended's Enemy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

VictoriaThe ruins of an ancient temple loomed before us, half-swallowed by the dense forest that bordered River Valley Pack territory. Even in decay, the structure emanated a strange power that made my skin tingle and Ava stir restlessly within me. Thick vines crawled over crumbling stone walls, moonlight filtering through gaps in what remained of the roof, casting eerie shadows across the moss-covered floor."This place feels wrong," I whispered to Leo as we crouched behind a fallen column. "Like it's watching us."His amber eyes scanned the shadowy interior, his body tense beside mine. "It's an old power site," he murmured. "Wolves used to worship here centuries ago, before the territory wars." His hand found mine in the darkness, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Focus on your brother's scent. Is he here?"I closed my eyes, drawing in a deep breath. The temple smelled of wet stone, decay, and something more primal—blood. Enzo's blood. My eyes snapped open. "He's inside. And he's hur

VictoriaThe midnight moon cast long shadows across the courtyard as our convoy pulled into the Shadow Pack fortress. My hands were trembling, stained with my brother's blood despite Leo's best efforts to clean them during our frantic escape from the abandoned temple. The taste of fear still lingered on my tongue—metallic and bitter."He's still breathing," Leo reassured me as warriors rushed forward to carefully extract Enzo's battered body from the vehicle. My half-brother looked like a broken doll, his skin ashen where it wasn't bruised or lacerated. The image of finding him chained to that altar, his chest carved with strange symbols, replayed in my mind like a horror film.Leo's arm around my waist was the only thing keeping me upright as we followed the medical team rushing Enzo toward the pack's infirmary. "You need rest," he murmured against my hair, his voice rough with concern."I can't," I whispered back, watching Enzo's limp form disappear through swinging doors. "Not until

The scent of antiseptic and herbal poultices filled the air as I made my way through the Shadow Pack infirmary. Despite the grim reminder of our recent battle with Marcus's forces, I felt a swell of pride seeing how efficiently Johnson and Uncle Alessio were managing the recovery efforts."Alpha Victoria," Johnson greeted me with a respectful nod as I approached. His white coat was spotted with blood, but his expression remained calm and collected. "The warriors are recovering well. Most should be back on their feet within the week."I smiled, relief washing over me. "Thank you both for your tireless work."Uncle Alessio, his silver-streaked hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, looked up from bandaging a young warrior's arm. "It is our honor to serve the pack," he said, his Italian accent more pronounced when tired. "These brave wolves fought valiantly."I moved among the wounded, offering words of comfort and gratitude to each warrior. I needed them to know their sacrifices hadn't gon

VictoriaThe council chamber had been prepared with astonishing speed—Lilith’s doing, no doubt. She had a way of understanding what the Elders respected most: simplicity edged with authority. The space was stripped of unnecessary ornament, yet carried a gravity that pressed down on anyone who entered. Heavy oak chairs flanked a stone table polished to a muted sheen, banners of the four territories hanging with austere pride.I let my gaze sweep over the room and felt a flicker of reluctant admiration. Trust Lilith to capture the Council’s taste so perfectly. Simple, but solemn. No distraction, no weakness. Just tradition carved into stone and wood. She never misses the mark, I thought, silently grateful to have someone with such foresight on our side.My fingers brushed Leo’s as we walked to the front. The touch was brief, nearly invisible to the elders waiting for us, but it steadied the frantic beat of my heart.I sat beside him, spine straight despite the weight of a dozen sharp gaz

VictoriaThe feeling of Leo's powerful hand at the small of my back guided me toward his sleek black SUV, each step making my heart flutter wildly against my ribcage. The shopping bags rustled in his free hand, but his eyes never left mine—dark, intense, holding promises that made my inner wolf whine with anticipation."You really went all out today," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through me as he opened the passenger door.I smoothed down the crimson wrap dress, suddenly hyper-aware of how it hugged every curve. “Do you like it?” I asked, forcing a teasing smile though my heart raced.His eyes darkened, the golden flecks in them burning hotter. "I hate it," he said flatly, though the possessive edge in his tone made me smirk. "Every man in that room will be staring at you, little wolf.""Which means you do like it," I shot back, tilting my head, daring him.He swallowed hard, gaze dropping to the neckline that revealed just enough to test his control. The faint tw