All Chapters of My Enemy, My Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

****Devlin's POV*****With a quick swing of my sword, Cedric collapsed to the ground. I smirked, turning to face a panting Ava.She had chosen to side with Cedric—a rogue—over her own people. How pathetic.“You know, Ava… I thought you'd stay far away after you escaped, but like a rat, you came crawling back,” I snarled, pacing around her with measured steps, my sword dripping.Ava stood up, one hand clenched into a fist, the other pressing against her bleeding stomach. “You disgust me, Devlin! How could you side with Anthony, of all people?” she spat, her glare sharp as blades.I chuckled coldly, gripping my sword tighter. “You’re just bitter you were tossed aside. Did you really expect mercy after double-crossing the Council?”Ava shook her head, her voice trembling with rage. “The Council is rotten! Oppressing rogues for centuries because of outdated, cowardly prejudice!”She took a step forward, her eyes burning into mine. “Of all people, you shouldn’t be the one standing against

*****EMMELINE'S POV*****My heart thundered in my chest as I stared at him. It couldn’t be. How could my father be here?I had watched him get stabbed to death. I saw the blood, the stillness, the life leave his eyes.Maybe this was one of Juliet’s sick tricks again. Another illusion meant to break me.“Oh, my Emmeline… it’s good to finally see you again,” my father said, his voice thick with emotion—relief, happiness, sadness, and love all wrapped into one trembling sentence.“Is this a dream?” I whispered, pinching my arm.Pain shot through my body, sharp and real. I hugged myself tightly. This couldn’t be real. It felt too good to be true.Had Elara’s hit done more damage than I thought? Was I hallucinating now?The mattress shifted as he sat beside me, his hand gently patting my shoulder.“It’s okay… it’s really me,” he said in that same soft voice he used to calm me during storms when I was little.My chest ached as I looked at him, disbelief burning behind my tears.“I watched

*****EMMELINE'S POV******It had been weeks since the rebellion against the Council.Most werewolves had finally agreed—enough was enough. The Lunar Council had brought more chaos than peace. Their time was over.Anthony and Colima were locked away in the dungeons beneath the Rogue Pack territory, sentenced to rot for eternity. The cells were enchanted, reinforced with old magic to keep them trapped…no escape, no tricks. They would age and die there.But Devlin… Devlin had vanished.Not that anyone was particularly worried. Everyone knew Anthony was the real threat. Devlin?He was just a loyal lapdog, too weak to stand on his own. We weren’t wasting resources chasing shadows.Elara, though…Or rather, Laurel…. her real name, which Cedric revealed after everything came to light.It was still hard to believe how far she had gone just to get rid of my baby.When the witches found out she was responsible for July’s death—one of their own—they demanded her. And we handed her over without

********EMMELINE'S POV*****Preparing for a mating ceremony wasn’t as easy as most people thought. There were the decorations, the priestess who would unite us, and—most difficult of all—finding a dress.The ceremony was just two days away, and I still hadn’t found one.I needed something that could hide my baby bump.Thankfully, the decorations were all done. The ceremony would take place in the garden.“Luna Emmeline, your father is here to see you,” Kareena said, pulling me out of my thoughts.I smiled and waved her off, closing the notebook where I’d been sketching out dress ideas. Grace had offered to help, but I insisted on doing it myself. She’d already handled the venue decorations beautifully.“How have you been, Emmeline?” my dad asked the moment I got downstairs.I smiled and rushed into his embrace. “I’m fine. Just busy with the whole mating ceremony.”He groaned softly as I pulled away, his smile fading as his eyes scanned the room.“Care for a walk, child?” he asked qui

*****EMMELINE'S POV***** “Lady Emmeline,” Kareena called out gently as she combed through my hair. I only hummed in response, too exhausted to form actual words. I hadn’t slept a wink last night. My mind had been tangled in thoughts of Cedric… and the sister he’d kept hidden from me. The worst part? He hadn’t even come to bed. Though, to be fair—I did tell him to leave. But still… He should have tried. Should’ve at least made some effort to reconcile. “Are you okay?” Kareena asked softly. I gave her a faint smile and nodded. She didn’t look convinced but chose not to press, focusing instead on braiding my hair into two neat plaits. “Thanks,” I murmured as she handed me a mirror. The reflection was a harsh truth. Dark circles under my eyes. Pale lips. A hollow stare. Signs of a restless night. Kareena bowed and left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I ran a hand over my stomach and gazed out the window, my father’s warning echoing in the back of my mind. I hadn’t had