All Chapters of Fated to my Alpha nemesis : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I spend the next four days locked in this room, refusing to eat anything. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. My body is weak now. My vision blurs at the edges. Sometimes the room tilts without warning. I can barely walk in a straight line. In my weaker moments, I wonder whether starving myself is worth the point I’m trying to prove. I wonder if fainting from hunger would be more humiliating than simply giving in and eating. The trays keep coming. And I keep sending them back. Somehow, I find enough spite in me to endure it. There is nothing to do but think. And thinking is dangerous. Does he plan to keep me here until I surrender? Until I accept the bond as if it’s some inevitable law of nature? He should know it’s a fruitless venture. I’d rather break than bend. I’d rather be reduced to bone than become his possession. Ever since that dinner, I haven’t seen Damon. He hasn’t called for me. Rhoda hasn’t returned, despite saying she would. For a moment, I had almost

The food has gone cold. Just like the air between us. “You have fifteen minutes,” he says calmly. “After that, I leave. And so does your chance to see him.” He doesn’t look at me when he says it. The door stands open. An exit. A countdown. I hate that he knows exactly which nerve to press. There’s no way I can pass up this opportunity. I’m going to see Cole. That alone is enough to cut through the fog in my head. I stare at the tray. Bread. Fruit. Something in a bowl that has definitely stopped steaming. My stomach tightens traitorously. This isn’t surrender. It’s logistics. If I collapse in front of Cole, Damon wins. If I’m too weak to think, Damon wins. If I can’t stand on my own two feet when I walk in there, Damon wins. And I refuse to hand him victories wrapped in my own stubbornness. Slowly, I walk to the table. Each step is deliberate. Measured. Not because I’m weak, I tell myself. Because I am choosing. I pick up the spoon. My h

I don’t blink.Not once.As Cole tells me what happened.About how he protested when the guards refused to take me to the holding cells.It was protocol. That was how things were meant to be done.A criminal was to be taken to the holding cells before their trial. Then, depending on the outcome, they could be transferred to the permanent holdings.I had been unconscious and unable to speak for myself.However, the pack guards wouldn’t listen to a word he said on my behalf.He says it calmly. Like he is recounting a simple event. But I can hear the anger and annoyance underneath. The one he tries to hide.I listen on.The pack guards seemed to find it outrageous that a human would have the audacity to make an assassination attempt on their Alpha.To them, I needed to be taught a lesson.Well… they made sure to communicate their contempt through every second of their treatment of me.Cole continues speaking, and I listen without interruption.He tells me they threw him into a cell short

There is nothing coordinated, nothing controlled, nothing strategic about my attack.I lunge at Damon like a feral animal with bloodlust in its veins.“You monster!” I scream. “You fucking monster!”He seems only slightly startled by my outburst.That only fuels my rage.I claw at his face. At his throat. At anything.Anywhere.I just need to draw blood.I may have no claws, but I am certain I could do damage if only I—My attack is frenzied. Wild. Years of training wasted beneath a tidal wave of blind fury.It doesn’t take long for him to restrain me.He pins my wrists with one hand, forcing them above my head against the wall. One of his thighs slams between mine, locking me in place.“Get it together,” he commands, voice raised.I don’t listen.I buck. I thrash. I twist against his grip, spitting insults and venom and every curse I know.My cheeks are soaked with tears. They keep coming. Endless. Burning.He doesn’t let go.He just holds me there, his gaze fixed on mine.Something

I wake to warm sunlight against my face.I don’t know when I fell asleep, but my body feels lighter. Clearer. Like whatever had fogged my mind has burned away with the night.The room is unfamiliar.I sit up slowly, scanning the space. Larger than the other one. Different curtains. Heavy velvet instead of linen.Different furniture. Dark wood. Polished. Not mine. And the scent—Definitely different too.I swing my legs off the bed and stand.This time, my legs hold.I take a few careful steps before my eyes land on the lone chair in the corner.And then it all crashes back.The hallway.The fight.The collapse.Damon sitting in that chair.Damon kneeling in front of me.Me pulling him closer.My stomach drops.I kissed him.Not just kissed him.Climbed him.Clung to him.Begged.Heat floods my cheeks.I’d begged him to fuck me.The memory makes my stomach twist — not with regret exactly, but humiliation.I squeeze my eyes shut.What was I thinking?I hadn’t been thinking.That’s the