All Chapters of Mated To My Enemies! Lycan Kings Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Mira POV I sat beside Lucian again this morning, the familiar smell of healing herbs clinging to the air. The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of chants coming from the adjoining chambers. He looked the same as the last time I visited—still, unmoving, eyes closed—but today, there was something different. He didn’t look as pale. His features weren’t as sunken, and his skin wasn’t clinging as tightly to his bones. It was like… something was nourishing him, not physically, but spiritually. And for the first time in a long while, I allowed a sliver of hope into my chest.The special healer sat by the table mixing some powders into a tea-like paste. She looked up at me and smiled gently. “He’s stabilizing,” she said. “The nourishment from the moon goddess is reaching him slowly. If she continues to grant mercy, he should regain consciousness by the end of the following week.”Her words wrapped around my heart like a warm cloak. I didn’t speak immediately. My hand reached out

Mira’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the room was quiet, warm, and filled with the familiar rhythm of deep, even breaths. I didn’t need to look to know whose arms I was wrapped in. I could feel Kai’s arm slung protectively across my waist and Damien’s chest pressed softly against my back. Their scents surrounded me like a comfort I hadn’t known I was missing until I had it again.The sheets were tangled between us, the air in the room still faintly scented with passion and heat. I turned slightly, letting my fingers trace the line of Damien’s jaw. He stirred under my touch, his lips quirking in a smile even before he opened his eyes.“You’re awake,” he said, his voice deep and groggy.“So are you,” I whispered.Kai opened one eye with a smirk. “Don’t pretend you didn’t miss us.”“I didn’t,” I lied smoothly.They both scoffed in unison.“Liar,” Kai teased, brushing his nose against mine. “You’ve got that ‘I-can-breathe-again’ look on your face.”I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t ke

Mira’s POVWhile the councilmen threw question after question at Serena, I tried my best to focus, but my eyes kept drifting toward Rowan.I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Ever since the Kings had returned, he’d barely looked at me. No teasing smirk. No dry wit. No comforting glance. Just a cold, piercing silence that burned more than any words could. And that stare he gave me in the dungeon when he saw Serena—gods, it still haunted me.Was he really that angry with me?I had meant to tell them. I truly had. But everything was happening so fast, and I was trying to keep the peace… But now, with every moment that passed, it felt like I was losing him. Rowan wasn’t like Kai or Damien. He was rougher around the edges, more unpredictable, but his love burned brighter than the others. His loyalty was untouchable. And now? Now, I wasn’t sure if I still had it.I tore my gaze away from him and tried to listen. Serena was sobbing, her face stained with tears, as she knelt before the

Kai’s POVThe crisp evening breeze rolled over the courtyard as I leaned forward, eyes locked on the chessboard before me. My fingers hovered above a piece, weighing my next move. Across from me sat the General of the warriors , arms folded, his grizzled expression unreadable. Beside us, the Captain of the guards observed quietly, sipping from his goblet of wine, his eyes gleaming with subtle amusement.I shifted my knight, capturing his bishop, and leaned back with a small smirk. “Check.”The general scratched his beard thoughtfully, then nodded. “You’ve improved, Your Majesty.”I lifted a brow. “Careful, General. That almost sounds like a compliment.”He chuckled. “Only almost.”Then, with the precision of a seasoned strategist, he slid his rook across the board and tipped my king.“Checkmate.”I blinked. “What—”The Captain of the guards burst into laughter.I stared at the board again. “How did I miss that?”“Because you’re a ruler, not a war scholar,” the general said, amu

Serena PovI had thought Damien would be the easiest to break—quieter than Kai, more contemplative. I believed, with the right words and the right touch, he’d let his guard down. Clearly, I was wrong.He’d rejected me as though I was filth.Still, it didn’t matter. If Damien wouldn’t fall, I still had Rowan. He was the one who named me his breeder. And if not him, there were always… other ways.But Lucian—that one worried me. Since I returned, I haven’t seen him. No whispers of him, no casual mentions by the servants, not even a mutter of his name in the castle corridors. It was strange. Too strange. Even those I had once commanded refused to speak of him, their lips sealed as if the mention of Lucian had become forbidden.I needed to know where he was. I would find out where he was.But first… I had a little business to attend to.The dress I wore clung to my body like a whisper, sheer and transparent enough to draw eyes and drop jaws. If it couldn’t work on a lycan lord, it coul