Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mated To The Enemy Alpha: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Chapter 21Nathaniel's POVI felt the morning hit my face as I stood on the balcony of the packhouse, looking down at the warriors training below. The clearing was alive with movement—wolves sparring in pairs, bodies clashing, the sharp sound of punches landing, the occasional bark of an order. Every motion was disciplined, powerful. The pack was growing stronger. I had made sure of that.But not everyone welcomed my leadership. I had been prepared to not be accepted by everyone. My father had always talked about the fact that leaders will not always be accepted by everyone under them and I'd come to understand that.My gaze settled on Alexander. He was in the middle of the field, shirtless, muscles taut as he demonstrated a series of strikes. The warriors surrounding him watched closely, their admiration clear. He had always been the strongest, the fastest, the one they used to look up to. It didn’t matter that I was Alpha now, he still liked to think that he was the alpha. There wer

Nathaniel's POVThe training grounds were packed, the air thick with tension. Wolves stood shoulder to shoulder, waiting. Some whispered among themselves, others stood in silence, their eyes fixed on the two of us—Alexander and me.The challenge had been issued.My wolf was prancing about within me and nothing I did would make him quieten. Times like this was what my wolf loved..he loved the challenge, he loved the idea of a battle where we got to show our strength. But I was not big on simply showing strength. I did what I needed to do always and fought when fighting was the only way.“Fighting is usually the only way and we don't lose, ever.” My wolf said in a dry tone that made me want to laugh. But I held back. The atmosphere was too serious for me to burst out laughing.“No. Fighting is not always the answer, but with Alexander, it is the answer. It is what he wants and we can not afford to deny him that, much as I'd have loved for this fight to not happen at all,” I said under m

Phoebe's POVThese days when I walked past members of the pack, I heard rumours that had sprung up suddenly.“She’s not truly one of us.”“She let Duncan take her too easily.”“If she were really loyal, why didn’t she fight harder?”I didn't have to wonder why everything was going the way it was. Elizabeth was behind it. “Phoebe,” a voice called.I turned to see one of the she-wolves approaching. Lena. She had always been distant but polite—until now.“Are you training alone?” she asked, though her tone wasn’t friendly.“I needed space,” I replied evenly.She gave a slow nod. “I heard something today. They say Duncan only attacked because of you. That he wanted you back. That maybe you still want him too.”I stiffened. “And do you believe that?”Lena shrugged, crossing her arms. “I don’t know what to believe. But I do know this—our Luna should be someone we trust. Someone who isn’t tied to our enemies.”I held her gaze, my heart tightening at her words. “I have never been tied to the

Nathaniel's POVI stood in my office, arms crossed, watching as my warriors stood before me. They had just finished their patrols, but I needed answers. The attack on Phoebe wasn’t random. Someone had planned it, and I wasn’t going to let it go.“She was ambushed,” I said, my voice steady. “Two men, waiting for her to arrive. That doesn’t happen by chance.”Harrison, one of my most experienced warriors, shifted slightly. “We checked the area after you brought her back. There were no signs of lingering scents. Whoever they were, they knew how to cover their tracks.”I clenched my jaw. That meant they weren’t amateurs.“Who would want to harm her?” one of the younger warriors asked. “She hasn’t done anything.”I exhaled. “She doesn’t have to.”Phoebe was my mate. That alone was enough to make her a target.“I want every entry point checked again,” I ordered. “Trace their movements. I want to know where they came from and where they went.”The warriors nodded and left the room. But even

Phoebe's POVI had never paid much attention to Alexander before. He had always been there—watching, waiting, brooding in the background—but I had kept my focus on my own struggles. Now, I couldn’t ignore him. There was something about the way he carried himself lately, the way his frustration seemed to grow with each passing day.Nathaniel dismissed him as a sore loser, still bitter about the challenges, but I wasn’t so sure it was just that. There was something else, something darker.So, I started watching.I didn’t make it obvious. I wasn’t foolish enough to let him or anyone else know what I was doing. I simply paid attention—where he went, who he spoke to, how his expression changed when he thought no one was looking.At meals, I noticed how he barely ate, his fingers tapping against the table like he was thinking too much. When he trained, his movements were sharp, aggressive, as if he was holding back anger.At night, when most of the pack had gone to sleep, I listened. The pa