All Chapters of My mate is my enemy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As I stood there, I watched Vulvan approach Erica with deliberate, calculated steps. Erica's body began to tremble visibly, and I could sense the fear radiating from her. Vulvan's voice was low and menacing as he repeated, "Ask me what?" The tension in the room escalated, and Erica's eyes darted frantically between Vulvan and me.Erica stuttered, struggling to find the right words. I quickly intervened, placing my hand on Vulvan's arm to divert his attention to me. "I was just asking Erica if I could use the kitchen," I lied, attempting to sound casual and nonchalant. Erica nodded nervously in agreement, clearly grateful for the interruption.Vulvan's eyes narrowed, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He turned to Erica, who promptly took the cue and hastily exited the room, leaving Vulvan and me alone. I watched as Erica's shaking frame disappeared from view, the tension in the room still palpable."Strange," Vulvan muttered, his gaze still fixed on the door Erica had exited through.

We were still busy picking out our outfits, trying on different things we liked, when Dax suddenly told us we needed to leave. He didn’t explain why, but the look on his face held a shadow of worry. Without wasting any time, we grabbed our things and hurried out.The ride home was long and eerily quiet. Tension thickened the air, pressing down on us. Mike attempted to start a conversation with Dax, but his words fell on deaf ears. Even she could sense something was off. I barely noticed when the car came to a stop, exhaustion making my movements sluggish as I dragged my feet outside.Something was different.Armed guards stood rigid at the entrance, their presence unnerving. Even more of them were stationed inside. My gaze flickered to Dax, who was speaking in hushed tones with one of the security men. I strained my wolf senses, hoping to pick up on their conversation, but the words remained beyond my reach. Frustrated, I glanced over to see Mika rubbing her eyes sleepily as she walke

I woke up with the same hollow feeling in my chest. Another day, another morning without seeing Vulvan.I hadn’t seen him since our heated argument, and the weight of it pressed down on me like a curse. His words still echoed in my mind, sharp and unforgiving."i don't trust you, zara."I wanted to hate him for saying that. But I couldn’t—because it wasn’t entirely false.I was keeping things from him. Things that could destroy him.What he didn’t know was that Savik had given me poison. A slow, lethal poison meant for him. Every day, I kept that secret, and every day, I felt the guilt clawing at my throat, but i have been playing it off telling myself i had no chioce even though i knew it wasn’t the right thing. I should have told him. Maybe I still could. Maybe if I confessed, he would understand.But deep down, I knew—he wouldn’t, why would anyone want to understand your reason wanting to kill them.I sighed, running my fingers through my tangled hair. I wasn’t just weighed down by

Vulvan.FlashbackThe night Susan called, I had been buried in some work, sifting through reports on Savik’s movements. Dax sat across from me, arms folded, waiting for my decision on our next steps. Then my phone rang.Susan, this was the third time she was calling. She kept calling with different numbers.I considered ignoring it. I didn’t.I answered, voice clipped. “What do you want, Susan?”She sighed dramatically. “Is that how you talk to an old friend?”I wasn’t in the mood for games. “I don’t have time for this. Say what you need to say.”She got to the point. “I need a place to stay. My home is flooded.”I leaned back in my chair, already shaking my head. “Try a hotel.”“Hotels aren’t homely,” she said smoothly. “And I’d hate to think you’d leave an old friend like me stranded.”I exhaled sharply. “I don’t owe you anything.”“But I thought we were close, Vulvan,” she purred. “Besides, I could be useful. You know how well I keep secrets, and—”“Enough.” I caught her off hearing

My expression was blank, but my eyes were questioning. What did he want? Was he just going to stand there and say nothing?"Can I come in?" he finally asked.This was his house. Why was he acting so...gentle? I hesitated, then stepped aside and let him walk into my room."You're all dressed up," I said, folding my arms across my chest, keeping my tone neutral.He didn’t answer right away. His eyes dropped to the small velvet box in his hand. He looked unsure of himself, like he was second-guessing why he’d come in the first place.Then, without a word, he stepped forward and held the box out to me.I blinked, confused. “What’s that?”Still no answer. He was acting strange—more reserved than usual. He took one more step closer.“Turn around,” he said.I raised an eyebrow. “Why?”“Just… turn, please.” His voice had shifted—softer now, almost pleading.I hesitated. Part of me resisted just because he asked. But curiosity—and maybe something warmer—got the better of me. So, I turned aroun