All Chapters of My Enemy, My Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

EMMELINE'S POV A gentle tap on my back roused me from sleep. I opened my eyes to find a figure looming over me, but the face was unfamiliar. Panic set in, and I sat up abruptly. The girl took a step back, giving me space."Good evening, Lady Emmeline," she said slowly. "My name is Grace, and I'll be serving you today."I frowned, annoyance etched on my face. "Where are Elara and July?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. I couldn't bring myself to ask about Juliet, not after what I'd witnessed.Grace's expression turned somber. "Lord Cedric took all the maids who serve you to the dungeon for interrogations."I screamed in shock, "What! Why would he do something so outrageous?"Grace shook her head, "I apologize, my lady, but I don't have any answers to that question."I waved her off, noticing that Grace looked like a teenager, no older than eighteen. She didn't carry the scent of a werewolf or a witch."What are you?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.Grace bit her l

Cedric's POV I gazed at Emmeline's unconscious form, my eyes fixed on her as the physician tended to her head injury. The physician's words barely registered, "She just needs plenty of rest, she'll be fine."I hummed a response, my attention still focused on Emmeline. The physician bowed and departed, leaving me alone with my thoughts.As sunrise cast its glow over the manor, the bustling sounds of the household staff filled the air. I hadn't slept a wink since Emmeline's return last night, my concern for her well-being unsettling.Grace entered with a tray of food, bowing as she greeted me. "Greetings, my lord. How is Lady Emmeline today?"I walked to the window, my eyes drifting toward the gardens. "Still unconscious, but the physician assures me she'll recover."Grace sighed in relief. "Thank the goddess she's alright. I heard from our spy that the guests spent hours searching for her."I turned to Grace, my interest piqued. "Is it done?"Grace nodded. "Beta Colima informed me tha

Cedric's POV Marci and I had spent several nights at the pack borders. I had received intel that a coven of witches was headed to my pack. I suspected it had to do with Juliet, who, even after undergoing a series of gruesome tortures, had refused to speak. It was both admirable and disheartening. If I could get someone like Juliet to work for me, I knew she would never betray me. However, it was disheartening because I needed to know what was coming for my pack.With a sigh, I headed back to the tent that the Warriors had set up for me, with Marci trailing behind me. "My lord, are you sure about this information?" Marci asked, concern etched on his face. "We've been camping here for days."I nodded adamantly. "Grace doesn't say things she's not sure about!" Marci sighed in frustration. "I'm just concerned because we don't have enough resources to camp here another night." I stomped my foot on the ground. "Fine, then tell the Warriors to gather the tent. We're leaving." Marci grinne

Cedric's POV Marci announced, "I have prepared the horses." I closed my book, and we both headed to the gates. Today was the emergency Council meeting Marci had arranged. It had been three days since the attack; the pack had moved on, and all activities continued as if nothing had happened.As rogue wolves, we aren't as attached to each other as other werewolves. So, it doesn't take long for us to move on when a pack mate dies. My horse, Kaelos, was standing next to Marci's horse. I smiled as I petted his ears, and he neighed at my touch."Hello, you taunting beast," I teased, as he leaned into my touch. These past months had been hectic, and I hadn't had time to go running with my horse. We mounted the horses and set off to the Council house, located in the main town of Elgin."It feels just like old times, eh?" Marci chimed, as our horses ran at the same pace. Kaelos, being a show-off, ran faster when he heard Marci's words. I was grateful; I didn't have the energy to listen to le

EMMELINE'S POV As morning dawned, Cedric lay beside me, his peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the turmoil that often surrounded him. The warm sunlight dancing across his face highlighted the relaxed lines of his features, and for a moment, I forgot about the dangers and responsibilities that weighed upon us.I gently raised my head, drinking in the sight of him. His chest rose and fell with each steady breath, and his lips, usually set in a firm line, were slightly parted. It was a rare, vulnerable moment, and my heart swelled with emotion.But as the sun continued its ascent, guilt pricked at my conscience. The pack's training session was about to begin, and Cedric needed to be there. I lightly tapped his shoulder, hesitant to disturb him. "Cedric... it's already sunset."He stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he released a tired sigh. For a moment, he simply stared at me, his gaze sleepy but affectionate. Then, a dazzling grin spread across his face. "Good morning, mate."As I