All Chapters of Mated To The Enemy Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Phoebe’s POVScreams tore through the night. The clash of metal, the growls of wolves, the thud of bodies hitting the ground—it was chaos. My breath came fast, my muscles tensed as I stood amidst the battle. Warriors fought around me, defending the pack, but something about this attack felt wrong.This wasn’t just a random ambush.Then I saw him.Alexander.He stood away from the battle, near the treeline, watching. He wasn’t fighting. He wasn’t even moving. His posture was too relaxed for someone whose pack was under attack. His arms were crossed, and while warriors around him struggled, he remained untouched.Not a single enemy had gone for him.That was no coincidence.Realization struck me. This wasn’t just an attack. It was a betrayal.A rogue lunged at me before I could process it further. His blade aimed straight for my throat. I ducked, twisting my body, barely avoiding the slash. I grabbed a fallen dagger from the ground and drove it into his ribs before he could react. His b

Phoebe’s POVSleep wouldn’t come. No matter how many times I turned over or adjusted my pillow, my mind refused to quiet. Every time I closed my eyes, the memories came rushing back—Alexander’s betrayal, the attack. I had caught myself trying to make excuses for Alexander, for why he could want the downfall of his own pack simply because his younger brother was the alpha, but the more I tried to make those excuses, the more ridiculous it became to even me. “Envy is sure to tear a people apart,” I muttered under my breath. Mia scoffed inside me. “Alex has always never loved his brother as you like to think. He never did, not since they were kids.” I sighed. It was easy to believe. Nathaniel looked more handsome, had his way with people and generally charmed people. He was also smart, their father would ask his opinion on certain pack issues but Alexander never gave equally genius opinions on things and so didn't get the attention that Nathaniel got from their father and other pack

Phoebe’s POVThe sky was still dark when we returned to the packhouse. The cool air clung to my skin as I stepped inside, my body heavy with exhaustion. The weight of the night still pressed on me, but a strange sense of peace followed.Nathaniel walked beside me, his presence steady. He hadn’t let go of my hand since we left the woods, and even now, his grip was warm, grounding.When we reached the door of his chambers, I hesitated. My fingers curled slightly against his. “Nathaniel…”He turned to me, eyes searching. “What is it?”I glanced down, suddenly uncertain. “Maybe I should go to my own room.”Nathaniel didn’t let me pull away. Instead, he cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “Stay,” he murmured.It wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t even a request. It was a quiet promise—one I didn’t have the strength to deny.I nodded.Nathaniel led me inside, closing the door behind us. The room was dimly lit, the air warm and familiar. I had been here before, but never like this. Nev

Nathaniel’s POVI sat in my office, staring at the stack of reports spread across my desk. The papers detailed everything from patrol schedules to supply inventories. I had been going over them for the last hour, but my focus kept slipping.The recent invasion had left some damage, but we were recovering. Duncan’s forces had been dealt with, and the borders were secure again. That wasn’t what was weighing on my mind.Alexander was.Even after everything, he still hadn’t given up his claim to the Alpha position. He had no right to it, not while my father was still alive and certainly not while I was the one handling pack affairs. But Alexander didn’t see it that way.I sighed and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. The constant power struggle was draining, and I didn’t have time for it.Before I could push the thought aside, my phone vibrated on the desk. I glanced at the screen. A message from my father.We need to meet in my office. Now.I stared at the words for a second be

Phoebe's POV The quiet of the night settled over the packhouse, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves outside. The day had been long, filled with training, whispered conversations, and quiet moments of reflection. But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, my mind kept returning to Nathaniel.Something about the way he had looked at me earlier—tense, unreadable—had settled into my bones, making it impossible to find peace.I pulled my blanket tighter around my shoulders and leaned against the wooden frame of my chair, staring at the flickering candlelight. The warm glow barely reached the edges of the room. Tonight, I was alone in my room. Sleep should have come easily after such an exhausting day, but my thoughts wouldn’t let me rest.And then, I heard it.Heavy footsteps.Slow but deliberate.I froze, every muscle in my body going still.The pack had already settled in for the night. The only ones who should be walking these halls were the guards, but even they