All Chapters of My Fated Enemy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Haizea opened her hand and hissed as the Moon Tear cracked and turned into dust. The witch stumbled back, her eyes widening in pure shock. Then her lips peeled back in a snarl. “You will pay for this!”Something menacing gleamed in her dark eyes, and I knew I shouldn't feel relieved just yet. I might have destroyed some of her magic, but her natural power remained, and she still posed a threat. As if time slowed, I watched her draw a breath and clasp her hands together.A growl rumbled in my chest. I didn't doubt Haizea was powerful. I didn't doubt I would find out just how powerful she was, should I not do something to stop her. I could sense the sparks of her magic forming between her clasped hands. I knew they would come alive as soon as she cast a spell. I couldn't wield my magic like she did, but I didn't have to. I had something she didn't have: the strength of my wolf. And I was about to show her just how strong I was…I lowered myself on my front legs, then lurched. I locked m

KAIRAI had spent that night in Dearon's arms. Our bodies had been tormented by the fight, and suddenly, just sharing a blanket and falling asleep felt like the most precious reward. I had told Dearon about Haizea, and he briefly mentioned what had happened in Oryndale before the Eudoris army's attack. Perhaps it was fortunate that my mind had processed his words only partially then. I had been allowed to sleep peacefully because of it. But then the day had come, and the new kind of restlessness began…“Stay,” Dearon murmured as I tried to slip free from his embrace. “Let us savor this moment.”My ribcage shrank then. Why did it feel like goodbye? Why did it feel like we would never have a moment like this again?Sucking in a breath, I turned to face him and rested my head on his chest. He shifted his grip around me, lying on his back and pulling me closer to his side. A soft smile played on his lips as his fingers traveled up and down my bare arm. “You saved my life,” he breathed. “A

KAIRA“No, no, and hells no!” Torin glared at me. “I will not let you do this! This guy was born in a kingdom where they have zero respect for women! That's fucking dangerous to—”I burst into laughter. “Seriously? That's your argument?” I straightened up in my seat. “Let me remind you that I grew up in Sarendonia. I had to deal with all kinds of fuckers with no respect for women. I can handle one royal prick with an overgrown ego.”I glanced at Dearon and saw the way his jaw clenched and his hands fisted, but unlike my brother, he said nothing. Good. He had no right to question my decision, not when he chose to marry Auretta.“Unfortunately, this task would require more than simply dealing with Seth Calogero.” Nazo gave me a wry smile. “You would need to sneak into places he wouldn't like to show you. I doubt it will be easy.”I blew out a breath and leaned back in my seat. “I know it might be risky, but what choice do we have? Do you have a spy able to infiltrate the Farindorian arm

The early morning sun illuminated the courtyard as I walked toward the stables. Prince Seth had wanted to meet me there. Of course, Torin, Father, and Dearon had tried to convince me not to go with him alone, but I'd reminded them I had to at least pretend to obey him. How else would I force him to lower his guard?The bright side was that I could now wear something other than a gown with a tightly laced corset. Gods only knew how I managed to survive dinner in that gown. I sure as three hells didn't envy Princess Auretta in that matter. As far as I knew, that type of gown was her usual daily attire…I drew a deep breath and fixed my eyes on the two stable boys. One of them led Aura out from her stable stall. The other held the reins of a perfectly white stallion. I could only guess that the horse belonged to Seth.“His name is Neul.” Seth materialized behind me, nearly causing me to jump. “He's the fastest horse in all of Farindoria.” He walked over to the horse and stroked his mane.

I had never particularly wondered how many people traveled with the Princess, but now I knew the answer: many, too many. She had her own legion of handmaidens ready to comply with her every demand.The chambers the Princess had been given had been decorated according to her wishes, and now her rooms were filled with lush gold and white feathers. Unlike the quite modest dress the maid who had brought me here wore, the handmaidens who surrounded the Princess were all clad like the room, with golden gowns and feathery ornaments.The Princess sat on a throne-like chair with her feet resting on the footstool—a golden footstool, naturally. She was dressed in a cream gown embroidered with gold. The dress had been made of countless layers of delicate silk, making her look like a queen from some exotic kingdom.I looked down at my simple, white tunic and a pair of leggings and felt like I was undressed for the occasion… whatever this occasion might have been. The handmaidens must have thought t