บททั้งหมดของ My Fated Enemy: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

KAIRAMy eyes were closing from hours of torment and exhaustion, but the pain caused by the silver burn kept me from drifting into unawareness. Those fucking silver cuffs on my hands weakened me, turning me into the she-wolf Seth wanted: helpless and obedient.I hated it. I hated riding with him. I hated the feel of his hand on my stomach. The feel of his body against my back filled me with disgust. I could barely stand the way he whispered into my ear, telling me about all his sick fantasies and what he would do to me as soon as we arrived at the castle in Thaloris.All kinds of fears had been crawling inside my head. I had tried to clamp down on the dark scenarios, but they counterstruck as soon as we crossed the border of Farindoria. My hopes began to slip away, giving way to panic. This was a different kind of fear than the one I'd felt when Darcio had kidnapped me, and I knew why. Seth didn't want me for the magic within me. Perhaps Auretta considered me as a strong pawn on her c

I ran through the long, empty hallway, looking for stairs. The gods must have been on my side today, since no guards patrolled this floor. Unfortunately, it didn't mean I knew where I was running. I could only pray that I would find an exit relying on luck alone…I noticed stairs at the end of the hallway and quickened my steps. I was about to take a turn when I heard voices coming from below. “Shit,” I gritted out, rushing to hide in one of the alcoves.Pressing my back against the wall, I hid in the shadows and listened to the steps and voices. A group of guards passed me by, none of them paying attention to the sides of the hallway. I released a shaky breath. It looked like I hadn't run out of luck, but would it be enough to escape?Carefully, I leaned out from the alcove and darted to the stairs. I stormed down, trying to step as lightly as I could. I knew I had to get to the ground floor, but what then? I had tried to memorize the route Seth had led me before, but the guards surr

KAIRA“So… you could have claimed the Farindoria's throne?” I asked, and Raden nodded. I had been trying to learn more about the resistance. I had told Raden about Liora and how she had given me the healing potion. I'd seen a wistful smile curling up his lips when I'd mentioned her name. Were they close? Was he still hoping to see her again?My chest clenched, and my thoughts drifted to Dearon. Would I see him again? I had no idea what would happen to me. Would I be continuously tortured until I agreed to become Alpha Gaios's advisor? And what about those people here in the cell? Raden was the leader of the resistance. Would the rebellion he created die with him?“Those fuckers thought they could break me.” He huffed out a laugh, leaning against the wall. “They tortured me for two months. They broke my bones and cut me, and then I was fed with healing potions so they could break me and cut me again.”A shudder rushed through me as I imagined living in constant agony. I looked at him a

KAIRAI had seen it happen. Two guards would enter our prison hall, discussing how one of them had drunk too much the night before. Then, two servants would join them to put water jars into each cell. Everything would happen as it had before, except for one simple detail: one of the guards would accidentally lean against the bars of our cell.“I know it's not much, but we can use it to our advantage,” I said, giving Raden a wry smile.“It might be our only chance,” Raden admitted before scanning my bruised face. “How's your nose?”“Healing,” I muttered, gingerly touching its bridge. It hadn't even surprised me that Seth decided to beat me at the end of our conversation. Breaking my nose certainly was the cherry on top. Sick fucker. The resistance's spies had managed to bring us a single vial of a healing potion, and Lorcan had to drink it. My nose and bruises would have to recover in their own time…“Do we even know when it'll happen?” Cillin murmured from his cell.“We do not. We'll

KAIRAThe silver arrow had been ripped out of my flesh. Merrik had done it, making sure a few silver shreds would remain, poisoning my blood. Had it not been for the silver-immunity potion, I would have either struggled from pain and high fever or gone unconscious. I wasn't sure when the effect of this potion would wear off, but for now, I was grateful for having it in my blood.Once the hatch had closed and I'd remained lying on the courtyard, I'd had to make a choice: I had chosen to pretend. I hadn't given up, but fighting had not been an option. Wounded and exhausted, I couldn't have faced Merrik and his warriors, so I had acted like they'd won.I had pretended to be unaware as they had dragged me back to the castle. I hadn't returned to the old cell in the dungeons. Instead, I was brought to a small, windowless room where I was locked alone. Mercifully, the guards outside were quite talkative, carelessly revealing all the plans as they believed I wouldn't hear them anyway.That w