All Chapters of Mated to her Enemy: Refusing his Rejection : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Eloise's silence pressed down on Lucian like a weight he couldn't shake off. Her stillness seemed to say everything that her words had not. For a moment, he stood there, unsure whether to push forward or retreat. He gathered every ounce of his courage and spoke, his voice tentative yet sincere. "Eloise," he began, his eyes searching hers. "You deserve a chance at happiness. Don’t shut me out so quickly. Even if you can’t be my mate right now, I want you to know you have every right to be happy. You can live a life filled with joy; I believe that."Eloise felt a flicker of warmth stir within her, his words brushing against the edges of the cold, distant walls she had built around herself. But then, as quickly as it came, the warmth was smothered. She wanted to say yes, to allow herself to hope again, but her heart fought back with a harsh, impenetrable truth.Lucian continued, undeterred by the quiet between them. His words, so genuine, cut through the heavy air like a knife. "You can't

"Rachael, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. Can I take the day off?" Eloise said, her voice sounding unusually content.Rachael's tone softened, a hint of concern mixed with relief. "Sure. I’m glad you’re finally listening to your body. Take the day off, Eloise. You deserve it. Don’t worry about a thing here." With that, the line went quiet as Rachael hung up.Eloise stared at the phone for a moment, a slight smile tugging at her lips. She had made it through the morning without a major crisis, and now she had an entire day to herself. Her thoughts felt unusually clear as she stood up, stretching her stiff limbs. She wandered over to the small wooden table by the bedroom window, sat down, and opened the drawer, retrieving her well-worn notebook.It had become her one true companion over the years, the place where her thoughts roamed freely. I should write. I always feel better when I write.The last time she wrote anything was years ago. Her fingers flicked through the pages until she

Eloise practically ran home. She slammed the door to her dorm room behind her and leaned against it, trying to steady her breath. Her heart was hammering in her chest, a fierce ache in the pit of her stomach.Her face had been pale, like a ghost. Lucian had heard Serah's words, his expression unreadable, but the look in his eyes... That look still lingers. She'd thought she could ignore the pain. I’m stronger than this, she had told herself. But now, it all felt like a tidal wave crashing over her.Her thoughts spiraled. No. No, I can’t do this.There was a huge line between her and Lucian. In the eyes of the world, she was nothing more than a prostitute, a product to be bought and sold. Lucian was a successful CEO, a man with power and respect. In the eyes of the werewolves, she was a wolfless rouge, an outcast. Lucian was the powerful Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.She tried to push the thoughts away, but the reality of it all dug deep into her heart, making her chest feel tight. He

Since that amusement park trip, Lucian had become a constant presence in Eloise’s life. Every evening after her shift at Club Scarlet Heart, he'd be there, waiting for her, leaning casually against his sleek car. It was like clockwork, one day after another, and each time, he’d manage to convince her to spend time with him.Some nights he’d drag her to dinner at Ray’s restaurant, and others, they’d go for a walk. But if Eloise ever said no, Lucian wouldn’t take no for an answer. He’d just gently but firmly pull her along.Eloise, exhausted from trying to find a way to dodge him, found herself questioning, How long before he gets bored with me? When will he stop pestering me?But every time she asked herself that, Lucian was there again the next day, smiling and persistent. Maybe he’ll never stop, she thought as she left work today and spotted him again, standing by his car, as always. “Come on, what took you so long?” Lucian grinned, making his way over to her as she stepped out of the

Ainsley’s lips quirked into a smile, but there was something darker about it, a sharpness that made Lucian’s instincts prick up.“Why are you so sure?” Ainsley drawled, his voice dripping with a mix of curiosity and mockery. “What if Eloise isn’t exactly the sweet little thing you think she is?”Lucian raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “Then I’ll still choose her. Pretty simple, really.”Ainsley’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, really? So, you’re telling me no matter what happens, no matter what comes to light, you’re going to keep chasing after her? Even if she’s... less than perfect?”Lucian leaned back in his seat, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Let’s put it this way: I’m in it for the long haul. You know, like a committed person who actually knows what they want.”Ainsley laughed, though it was far from amused. “Wow, Lucian. The great playboy, actually going soft on a woman? I didn’t see that coming. You sure you’re not just another fool in love?”Lucian tilted his head, sizing Ainsley