All Chapters of My Enemy, My Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

****CEDRIC POV****Tonight was the long-awaited night—my mating ceremony. I had Marci and Grace monitoring Anastasia’s moves… I didn’t trust that she was just here for a casual visit.“Anything suspicious on Santos?” I asked Marci, who was staring out the window while I brushed my hair. We still had a few minutes before the moon would rise.“Nothing contrary to his words. After the mob of werewolves attacked his manor and left him for dead, the witches found only him alive and rescued him,” Marci explained, his gaze still fixed outside as if lost in thought.I hummed in response, but knowing Marci, something was still troubling him. “What’s wrong?”He sighed and turned to face me. “Your sister…”“Don’t you dare call her that! Her name is Anastasia!” I growled in fury.Marci flinched, muttering countless apologies. He should’ve known better. Being my closest acquaintance, he knew not to refer to that psycho as my sister.“I know you hate her… I mean, we all do. But something is off abo

*****CEDRIC POV*****I could feel a lot of emotions all at once—anger, hatred, sadness, realization. It triggered the mate bond.Emmeline.For whatever reason, all of it was coming from her.I rushed out of my room… her scent was all over the place.She was back.I followed the trail, it led to the guest room. Anastasia’s room.Panic surged through me as I bolted to the door, terrified something had happened to my mate.“Your worst nightmare,” I heard Anastasia’s voice just as I burst inside and pulled Emmeline close to me.She looked completely stunned, frozen in the doorway, her eyes locked on Anastasia and…Marci?He stood shirtless, looking just as shocked as I was. His chest was rising and falling fast. He didn’t need to say anything.He’d been making out with my sister.I clenched my fists, anger pulsing through me. He should’ve known better. This was Anastasia. She couldn’t be trusted.No wonder he kept pushing me to help her, acting like something was just “wrong” with her.“K

*******AVA’S POV******The shock on Emmeline’s face when she heard Devlin’s name mirrored mine when Juliet first approached and told me he was still after her.My survival had shocked everyone.I was left to rot, but somehow, my father still had loyalists. They found me barely breathing—and saved me from death’s grip.It took me three whole weeks to wake up again, and even longer for my body to fully recover. I stayed hidden in Dowin, far from all of this.But Juliet?She found me. Through whatever witchcraft she wielded, she tracked me down with disturbing precision. She was much scarier than I’d ever admit out loud.Devlin wanted Emmeline.Maybe he didn’t know the baby had survived. Maybe he did.“What does he want with me?” Emmeline asked, her voice tight with panic as she nervously licked her lips.Juliet didn’t sugarcoat. “A baby… for whatever reason, he believes bonding with you will make him equally powerful.”Emmeline's eyes flicked instantly to Cedric. The tension between the

*****EMMELINE'S POV*****“How much longer before we get to the Council house?” I asked Grace, fanning myself with growing irritation.The weather today was unbearable—like the gates of hell had been left wide open. Because of the scorching sun, we chose the carriage over horses, but even the slow swaying of the ride didn’t offer much comfort.Grace chuckled lightly. “Give or take ten more minutes.”I let out a breath of relief and leaned back against the carriage wall, wiping sweat from my forehead. I hadn’t expected this journey to be so draining.“Here,” Ava offered, handing me a cup of water.“Thank you,” I muttered, then drank it in one go. My throat burned with thirst—I hadn’t even realized how dehydrated I was.“Face the window,” Ava suggested. “The breeze should help with the nausea.”I tucked my damp hair behind my ears and did as she said. To my surprise, it actually worked. The cool air brushing against my face was a small mercy in this heat.I sighed, watching the trees pas

*******EMMELINE'S POV*****I lay quietly on my bed as Kareena entered with a cup of tea. I didn’t feel like eating—my appetite had disappeared hours ago.“Luna, please… just have some tea,” she murmured, placing it gently on the bedstand before helping me sit upright.I had taken a long bath earlier, scrubbing every inch of Belle's blood off my skin.The windows were dark now, I guess it's nightfall already—and I had no idea what was happening outside this room.“Where’s the Alpha?” I asked softly.Kareena shook her head. “I don’t know, Luna.”I sighed, rubbing my belly gently. “I just hope the witches haven’t attacked. Or Devlin either.”Kareena chuckled faintly and handed me the tea. “If it were the witches, I’m sure we’d hear screams of terror by now.”I gave a small smile and nodded, sipping the warm liquid. Moringa tea—good for the baby, Juliet had insisted.As I sipped, Kareena placed a hand dramatically on her chest. “I’m hurt, Luna. Deeply hurt. You played with my feelings.”I