Mated To The Enemy Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Duncan's POV The morning dragged on.I sat in the war room with a mess of papers spread in front of me. Reports, schedules, records—none of them held my interest. My eyes moved over the words, but nothing stayed in my head. I picked one up, looked at the seal, then tossed it aside. Another report from one of the outposts. Something about border activity. I didn’t care.My thoughts refused to settle. No matter how much I tried to focus, my mind always returned to one place—Phoebe.It had been months now. Months since she’d left. Months since I’d tried to forget her. I failed every day.The walls of the war room were covered with maps. I had marked every possible route someone could take to leave or enter the pack. I had ordered scouts to report anything strange. But nothing strange ever came up. No sign of her. Not even whispers. The one time we had a visit from the direction of the Moonhowl pack, was from a rebel, the very brother of Alpha Nathaniel. It didn't make sense, but it exci

Duncan's POV When I got back to the pack house, I couldn't sit still. I paced back and forth in my study, my hands restless, my mind louder than I had ever known it to be. Thoughts swirled around, crashing against each other. The sorceress’s words repeated in my head, like a song I couldn’t escape. "Your fate and the pack’s are one. You will fall if she does not return."I hadn’t fully understood what she meant before, but now it was all I could think about. Phoebe. I needed her. I felt like I couldn’t function without her. And with every step I took, the pressure in my chest tightened, pushing me forward. It wasn’t just the pack I was worried about. It was me. Without her, I couldn’t hold this all together.There were times I wanted to listen to Antonino and pretend like I didn't need Phoebe next to me, but then, I could not ever bring myself to believe what was a lie. I stopped for a moment, my hands on the back of the chair in front of my desk. I stared out the window, seeing not

Nathaniel's POV We drove through the winding forest road in a long line of black cars. I sat in the front seat, staring straight ahead. The clouds above were thick and gray, covering the sky like a heavy blanket. The air outside looked cold and still, almost like the world itself was holding its breath. I could feel the weight of it pressing down on us as we moved closer to the Glassfur pack.My men were silent. No one cracked a joke or said anything. Each of them had the same look — ready for whatever we might find. I knew they trusted me, and I trusted them. That was why I chose them to come with me today. We needed to be careful, smart, and strong.When we finally reached the gates, the cars slowed down one after the other. The Glassfur pack had massive iron gates, tall and wide, with sharp spikes at the top. They looked old but strong. Behind the gates stood several guards. They were armed with rifles and blades, dressed in dark clothes with the Glassfur symbol stitched onto thei

Nathaniel's POV The morning sky was dull and gray when we arrived at the meeting place. The ground was wet from rain that had fallen during the night, and the air was cold against my skin. We met not in the large stone hall this time, but in a smaller courtyard near the center of the Glassfur pack’s territory. The walls around us were tall and rough, blocking out most of the world outside.I walked across the courtyard slowly, my boots crunching over loose gravel. Behind me, my men followed. They kept a few steps back, but I knew they were ready if anything happened. Across the open space, Duncan stood waiting. He was alone at first glance, but I saw his men standing near the shadows of the walls, hands close to their weapons.We had agreed to meet with fewer people today, but neither of us was foolish enough to come without protection.When I stopped a few feet in front of him, I stood straight and looked him in the eyes.HeB beNumbness branch çc Duncan’s arms were crossed over hi

Nathaniel's POV The cell door opened early the next morning. The metal creaked loudly, waking me from a light, uncomfortable sleep. I pushed myself up from the cold bench and stood tall.Two guards waited outside. Their faces were blank, but their hands gripped their weapons tightly."Move," one of them said.I stepped out of the cell slowly. My body was stiff from the cold and the hard stone floor. I glanced at my men locked in the other cells. Erik gave me a short nod, and I answered with a look. I would be back for them.The guards pushed me forward, leading me through the underground hallways. The walls were damp, and water dripped from the ceiling in places. It smelled like mold and old blood.They led me up a narrow staircase and into a long hallway lined with thick doors. At the end of the hall was a large wooden door. One of the guards knocked twice."Enter," came Duncan’s voice from inside.The guard pushed the door open and shoved me through.The room was grim and cold. It