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CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
NICKOLAS
I twirl my bourbon glass, captivated by the intricate dance of ice cubes within, each movement offering a temporary respite from the weight of reality pressing down on me. Shifting my gaze upwards, I observe Amelia sleeping soundly in her bed a few feet away. Her golden locks cascade over the pillow, and a subtle pout graces her lips, an endearing sight that unexpectedly tugs at my heartstrings.Images flash through my mind with vivid intensity, relentless and unyielding. I envision my hands entwined in her hair, gripping it with a fervor matching the intensity of my desire. The thought of her lips wrapped around my hard-on ignites a surge of arousal coursing through me. I moisten my lips, hoping the bourbon hasn't dulled the taste of her juices lingering on them.I hadn’t intended to punish her at Eric’s, but seeing her moving to sit next to him after spending the whole dinner like they were a couple on a date, I lost it.Related chapters
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Mated To My Hated Enemy CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
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Mated To My Hated Enemy CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
With a ferocious leap, I pounce on Adam, bringing him crashing to the ground beneath me. Ignoring his screams of pain, I sink my teeth into his shoulder blades, tearing through flesh and muscle with relentless force. His cries grow louder, his pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears as I continue to savage him without remorse.Adam's screams reach a fever pitch as I bite down harder, determined to inflict as much damage as possible. With a savage twist, I rip his arm from his body, blood gushing from the wound and splattering across my fur.A grin spreads across my muzzle as I gaze down at my handiwork, relishing in the sight of Adam's blood staining my claws and coating my face. But I'm far from finished. With a predatory gleam in my eyes, I prepare to unleash further torment upon him, tearing him limb from limb until he's nothing but a broken shell of a man, begging for the mercy he'll never receive.Adam bo
Mated To My Hated Enemy CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
NICKOLASMy heart clenches as I hold Amelia's lifeless body close to my chest, her once warm skin now growing cold against mine. I shake her gently, calling out her name in desperation, but she remains unresponsive. I don’t waste another second and sprint towards the castle. My chest tightens at the thought of her never opening her eyes again, her beautiful blue eyes that draw me in without me even realizing.Upon bursting into the castle, I waste no time commanding the guards to fetch Beatrice and bring her to Amelia's room without delay. With trembling hands, I lay Amelia's body gently on the bed, feeling a surge of helplessness wash over me as I watch her pale form against the sheets.Beatrice arrives swiftly, her eyes widening in shock the moment they land on me. I've sustained some injuries while fighting—an arrow lodged in my shoulder that's not healing because it was coated with oak tree venom. But I'll be fine.
Mated To My Hated Enemy CHAPTER FIFTY
AMELIAMy eyes flutter open, squinting against the harsh light filtering into the room. As I move to shield my eyes with my right hand, I'm startled to find it stuck in something. Turning toward it, my eyes widen in surprise as I see Nickolas sleeping soundly on my hand.A rush of confusion floods through me as I quickly scan my body, only to find that all my wounds are miraculously healed, with not a single scar in sight. It's impossible. What the hell happened?With a sense of disbelief, I carefully extract my hand from under Nickolas's head, sitting up as I stare in awe at my fully healed body. The events of the previous night flood back to me in a whirlwind of memories, but none of them offer any explanation for this miraculous recovery.“You’re awake,” Nickolas says, his voice tinged with exhaustion as he yawns, dark circles under his eyes. My gaze shifts to his h
Mated To My Hated Enemy CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
My heart pounds as I stand in front of Nickolas's bedroom door, a bowl of medicine in my hand. It's a strange turn of events—I'm the one who almost lost my life, yet it's Nickolas who now needs herbs to recover. Because of what he did, I'm almost fully healed, but I can’t say the same for him. Beatrice told me he sustained some injuries while he fought the lycans, and on top of that, he gave me his blood. Beatrice explained that his status as the king of lycans is the only thing keeping him from being bedridden. If he were an ordinary lycan, he would be fighting for his life right now.Still, none of this explains why I find myself at his door with a bowl of medicine. Beatrice made a bet with me, challenging me to prove her wrong—that Nickolas doesn't truly care about me. To do so, she suggested I get close to him. According to her, once I'm close enough, I'll be able to discern his true intentions. And so, here I am, about to enter his room an
Mated To My Hated Enemy CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
A few days have passed since I was attacked. Thanks to Nickolas, I am fully healed and free of scars. I climb out of bed and step into my bathroom for a shower, my mind swirling. Lily left the previous night to search for her parents and gather news about mine. My heart beats very second, fearing Eric might spot her meeting with her father and capture him. Fervent prayers escape me, begging that wouldn't happen, that she will return safely with word on how my family fares.These past few days, I haven't crossed paths with Nickolas. I won't say he's deliberately avoiding me, nor I him, but our paths just haven't crossed much. He's been engrossed in fortifying the castle's defenses and attending to court matters. Beatrice expressed her concern that he didn't take adequate time to rest and heal properly, and I couldn't help but share a similar worry. However, so far, he's managed to defy our expectations by not experiencing any health complications despite his busy
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