All Chapters of Mated To The Enemy Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Phoebe’s POVI folded another tunic, smoothing out the fabric before placing it carefully into the wooden trunk at the foot of my bed. The room was silent except for the soft rustling of cloth and the occasional creak of the old floorboards beneath my feet.This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.I reached for my cloak, draping it over my arm, my movements controlled despite the storm brewing inside me. The sooner we left, the better.A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.Shirleen.She stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable. Gone was the polite mask she had worn when we first arrived. There was no forced friendliness now, no need for pretended kindness.This time, she wasn’t pretending.I didn’t speak. I simply waited. If she had something to say, she would say it.Shirleen stepped inside, her steps slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in. “You’re leaving sooner than I expected,” she said, her voice s

Nathaniel's POVPhoebe and I settled back into our routine, but nothing felt the same. There was a tension in the air, not just between us but throughout the entire pack. We all knew an attack could come at any moment, and there was no room for mistakes. I spent most of my time reinforcing defenses, making sure the warriors were ready, and setting up new patrol routes. Every decision had to be perfect.What surprised me the most was how involved Phoebe had become. At first, I thought she was just curious, but then she started making suggestions—ones that were too good to ignore. She pointed out weak spots in our patrols, suggested different formations for defense, and even spoke about battle strategies that weren’t common knowledge. Some of the things she said were the same ideas I had considered, but others were things I hadn’t even thought about.The first time she corrected one of my plans, I assumed it was a lucky guess. But then it kept happening. She wasn’t just throwing out ide

Nathaniel's POVI moved carefully, my body tense, waiting for her next strike. Phoebe stood across from me in the training ring, her breathing steady, her stance firm. She had already landed a hit to my side, and I could still feel the force of it. She was fast—faster than I expected. I knew she had skill, but this was something different.She didn’t hesitate. The moment I shifted my weight, she moved again, coming at me with a sharp precision that forced me to stay on the defensive. I blocked her first strike, but she twisted around me, trying to take me down. I barely caught her wrist in time, using my strength to hold her back.She gasped, her breath warm against my skin as I pinned her arm behind her back. For a moment, neither of us moved.The scent of her wrapped around me, making it hard to think. Her body was pressed against mine, her chest rising and falling quickly. I could feel every inch of her, the heat between us impossible to ignore.I should have stepped away.Instead,

Phoebe’s POVThe packhouse was quiet in the afternoon light, but my thoughts were loud. There was an unsettled feeling in my chest, something I couldn’t shake no matter how much I tried to distract myself. Ever since Alexander left, that feeling had only grown stronger. Mia had been restless in my mind all day, her presence more insistent than usual.“Something is wrong,” she murmured.I agreed. But I had no proof, no real reason to act. It left me feeling powerless.I turned a corner, still lost in thought, and nearly ran straight into Elizabeth.She didn’t move out of the way. Instead, she stood there, her arms crossed, eyes burning with something that I knew was more than just dislike. It was closer to hatred.“This is your fault,” she spat.I blinked, my mind catching up to the sudden hostility. “What?”Elizabeth took a step forward. “Because of you, the Moonfury Pack refused the alliance. You’re the reason we’re vulnerable now.”I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even let her words sting.

Phoebe’s POVI threw a punch, my knuckles slamming against the padded target. The impact sent a sharp jolt through my arm, but I didn’t stop. My muscles ached, sweat dripped down my back, and my breaths came fast, but I welcomed the exhaustion.“Again,” I muttered to myself, shifting my stance.Mia urged me forward, pushing me to move faster, hit harder. We needed to be stronger. The unease from last night hadn’t left me. If anything, it had settled deeper in my bones. Something was coming, and I had to be ready.I lunged, throwing a high kick, following it up with a quick strike. The training dummy rocked under the force, but I didn’t pause. My body knew these movements too well. I had trained for moments like this. For survival. For battle.Nathaniel stood nearby, arms crossed, watching. He wasn’t training today, just observing. I could feel his gaze, sharp and unrelenting, as I moved.Finally, he spoke. “You fight like a warrior who's been to many battles.” His voice was calm, but