บททั้งหมดของ My Fated Enemy: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

I struggled to push my frozen feet forward, and I had to concentrate to breathe. I wished the surrounding cold was my only problem, but it was the silver cuffs on my wrists and ankles that brought me true torment. They were made of the purest kind of silver, like the arrows Dearon would have been killed with. A truly cruel way to reward my deed…Torin walked beside me, slowing his pace to match mine. I half expected him to urge me to go faster. He didn't. He only surveyed my steps as we walked to the throne room in silence.The silver began to tear through my skin, and I let out a hiss through my clenched teeth. One of the guards snickered at that, but Torin, to my surprise, shot him a glare. Somehow, his almost kind attitude made my walk even harder. It had given me a sliver of foolish hope that there was a part of him that didn't hate me, one I shouldn't have.We reached the long marble stairs, a single flight that seemed like several dozen steps. My jaw clenched harder, my gaze fall

KAIRAThe drops of cold sweat formed on my forehead and neck, and my world began to spin. I had been poisoned with silver more than a few times before, but never with silver as pure as the metal currently searing my wrists and ankles. After a few hours of lying in my cell, I had felt that quite brutal difference.“I can help you escape, you know?” Heletria's croon came from behind the cell wall.A dry chuckle escaped me. “Even if I escaped… where would I go?”“He can take care of you,” the witch whispered. “He can reward you…”My breath was labored, and I could hardly focus on her words. “That ‘He’ again…”“I'll tell you everything if you come with me,” she said. “All you need to do is—”The creak of the iron door ended whatever the witch meant to say. The footsteps sounded. Then I noticed a shadow cast by someone who stopped in front of my cell. I couldn't lift my head to see who it was. My head was too heavy. I was too tired. Maybe I should sleep for a while. I needed to rest…“Fuck

KAIRAWhen I opened my eyes, I was back in my filthy cell, but oddly, a few things had changed. I was now covered with a blanket, and the cuffs were gone, but the improvements didn't end there. As I rose to sit, I noticed a jar with water and a plate filled with bread, cheese, and dry meat. My stomach grumbled at the mere sight of food.I lurched toward the plate. I figured that the cause of those changes might have been Dearon's guilty conscience. In more merciful circumstances, I wouldn't have dared touch that plate or jar, but now, stubbornness or pride were not the traits I could afford.“Fucking asshole,” I grunted under my breath as I recalled what Dearon had done. I hadn't wanted him to know. Now he could use my feelings against me, and I could only hope he wouldn't dare use it as a weapon…I loved him. Even if I cursed him, even if I wanted to hate him, I couldn't stop loving him, and it frustrated the living three hells out of me. It would have been easier if I'd just gotten

Sohan's request surprised me. More nervous laughter slipped through my lips before I managed to answer, “I don't mind, but…” I glanced at the wall, thinking about a certain witch behind it. “I would rather not talk about my life when others might hear…”Sohan followed my line of sight and chuckled. “There's no one but us here. Even the guards are standing outside. They won't hear us.”I blinked. “What do you mean? The cell next to mine—”“Is empty,” he assured.My lips twitched nervously again. “Well… I was certain there was a woman behind this wall.”He shrugged. “Maybe she was moved elsewhere. The dungeons stretch for several corridors, and I wouldn't be surprised if Alpha Dearon wanted to give you… more privacy.”I nodded slowly, processing what he said. Had someone truly moved Heletria to another cell? If so, then perhaps it was for the better. I sighed and sat on the stone floor, facing him. “So… what do you want to know?”“How old are you?” he asked, eyes scanning me from head t

I somehow managed to push the three of us into my study before the shock devoured every inch of my reason. Torin shoved his father into the sofa while I closed the door and placed a magical ward on it. I sure as three hells wouldn't risk any bystander hearing more of Sohan's revelations.“What the actual fuck?!” Torin might have taken those words out of my mouth. I could only imagine what was going on in his brain right now, since I struggled to process what Sohan's confession truly meant.Sohan frowned at his son. “Calm down, Torin. I get that you're upset—”“Upset?” Humorless laughter burst through Torin's throat. “Upset doesn't even cover an ounce of my current feelings! So you just forgot to tell me you might have a kid somewhere in Sarendonia?!”“I didn't know!” he growled. “I would have told you, otherwise…” His voice faded.I dragged my hand over my face and went to my desk. My heart hammered, crushing every logical thought my mind could produce. My eyes landed on Sohan's face,