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15. Chapter

مؤلف: Haga Krisztina
last update آخر تحديث: 2025-12-23 12:48:58

Elariana

The morning felt different somehow. As if the air itself was breathing more carefully. The sunlight did not dare to enter the camp with full strength. It only gently brushed the ground and the pine needles. As if it too respected the fragile thing that had begun to form between us last night.

I was still sitting by the fire. The cloak was pulled over my shoulders. The members of the pack slowly scattered and went about their tasks. They fed the horses, adjusted their gear, spoke quietly. They did everything except the one thing no one had ever done before. They did not come closer to me. In their eyes was a strange mix of caution, curiosity, and respect. Zane had made it clear once. What they did for me was not a scandal. It was a rule.

When I finished the last bite, I felt my body respond. Slowly, gratefully, its rhythm began to return. The food, the warmth, and the rest had done their work. Still, a dull tension remained in my shoulder. Under the bandage, my
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  • Chained To An Enemy Alpha   23. Chapter

    Elariana The morning still felt like it was stepping around me carefully, as if it was not sure it was allowed to pour full light over me. But when Zane stood and said he would have breakfast brought, something tiny yet enormous shifted inside me. The thought that my hunger was not a scandal, not shame, not the doorway to punishment. It was simply a sign that my body was alive, and someone did not want to silence it. It did not take long before he returned. The tent flap moved, and the next moment he was there with a bowl of warm food, a mug, and a piece of fresh bread. Steam rose from the bowl. The smell of spices and meat mixed together, simple and natural, as if this had always been part of my morning. Zane did not come too close. He set the bowl down on a flat board inside the tent, then sat across from me, leaving space between us. His presence was still strong, his alpha aura like a heavy blanket that can feel too warm, yet still makes you fee

  • Chained To An Enemy Alpha   22. Chapter

    Elariana He was still holding my hand. Not tightly, not possessively, just as if we were connected by a thin, warm thread, and if he let go, I would start falling again. My breathing slowly, very slowly began to calm. My chest no longer jerked as wildly as before, but that fine after tremor remained in my body, the one I always felt after a panic attack. As if my bones remembered that just moments ago, they thought they were going to die. Zane watched quietly. He did not rush me. He did not tell me to calm down. He did not hush me. He did not breathe for me. He was simply there, kneeling in front of me, my hand in his palm, looking at me as if he too were learning in that moment how to handle something far more fragile than anything he had ever held before. I do not know how much time passed like that. Minutes. Maybe longer. The tears slowly stopped. Only salty tracks remained on my face, and that strange emptiness relief leaves be

  • Chained To An Enemy Alpha   21. Chapter

    Elariana Morning crept into the tent so softly, as if dawn itself were afraid to disturb the fragile, almost dreamlike peace I had finally sunk into during the night. The light glowed faintly through the canvas, and as my eyes slowly opened, for a brief moment I thought I was still in that stifled, dark world where every waking meant a new command, a new punishment, or a new task. Then I realized there were no orders here. No cold, harsh voices demanding instant obedience. The tent was quiet and calm. A faint scent of lavender lingered in the air. And yet… something was wrong. The silence. That was it. Too wide. Too deep. Too empty. I sat up carefully, pulling the blanket to my chest, and as I looked around, my stomach clenched. Zane was not there. He was not standing at the entrance. Not sitting on the chair. His cloak was not where it usually was. The tent was painfully empty. And I… in a single heartbeat, I fell back into

  • Chained To An Enemy Alpha   20. Chapter

    Zane The fire was only glowing embers when the girl finally let her head sink into sleep. The air inside the tent was quiet, and the gray light of the outside sky seeped through the gaps in the canvas like a muted, breathing glow. From outside came the slow, deep sounds of the camp. Men murmuring, horses shifting, the dull rush of the river nearby. Yet it all felt distant. As if the whole world were holding its breath, watching someone finally sleep who had not dared to close her eyes in peace for months. I stayed. I did not lie down. I did not sleep. I just sat in the half light and watched her. My body still carried the weight of the day. My nerves, woven together for years by war and loss, were under a different kind of tension now. Not blood. Not anger. But the kind of patience a person feels when trying to hold something fragile without breaking it. Elariana breathed slowly, unevenly. Under the fresh bandage on her shoul

  • Chained To An Enemy Alpha   19. Chapter

    Zane Inside the tent, the candle flames swayed slowly as embers carried from the fire played with brief, teasing drafts of air. When I stepped in, the air changed. This time it did not smell of blood, but of something soft, clean, and strangely calming. Lavender. The sensation hit me in the stomach, as if I had opened the door to an old, dusty room and the scent of freshly washed fabric had filled the space, pushing sharp memories aside for a moment. She was sitting on the wooden bench, holding the towel close to herself so that it covered exactly as much as it should. In her movements there was everything I had seen during the day. Uncertainty. Fear. And yet something else she was slowly learning. The small but stubborn beginning of owning her own body. I stopped at the entrance for a moment and made myself not stare. Not because it would have been forbidden. I had given her the freedom of choice myself. But because I knew that even a look can carr

  • Chained To An Enemy Alpha   18. Chapter

    Zane The campfire was slowly burning down, but the embers were still glowing, casting a reddish light on the faces around us. Dinner was simple. Roasted meat, fresh bread, some vegetables. Nothing special for my warriors. But for Elariana, I could see that every bite was another battle she had to fight with herself. She sat across from me, at a distance she had chosen, and I respected it. She held her back stiffly, her shoulders tense, as if an attack could come at any moment. Her hand shook slightly as she held the spoon, but still… she ate. Not quickly. Not confidently. But she ate. And that was more than I had ever hoped for in these first days. From time to time my gaze drifted to her, watching every small movement. I knew she could feel it when I looked at her, so I was careful not to stare too long. I did not want her to think I was judging her appetite or the pace of her eating. I just wanted to make sure nothing was hurting her. My soldiers were quieter than us

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