Fated To My Alpha Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Valentina’s POVThe silence between us was no longer quiet. It throbbed. It pulsed. It scraped at the insides of my chest.I felt him behind me, his presence vast, quiet, and terrifyingly still. His breathing wasn’t heavy, but it was purposeful like each inhale was weighed before it was taken.He hadn’t spoken another word since the simple acknowledgment that I would obey his order.The words he spoke were brutal. Coated in something that felt too heavy to be called lust and too calculated to be desire.“Get on your knees.”The breath in my lungs stilled. My stomach sank, but I kept my face calm. I didn’t turn around yet. I wasn’t sure I could.The air itself felt breakable, sharp at the edges and very much ready to shatter.He didn’t say it again. Because in Ryker’s world, silence was a second command. And hesitation was a sin.I rose slowly from the bed, my knees pressing into the bed as I turned to face him. The sheets hummed against my skin. My robe had shifted loose, slipping off

Ryker's POVThere was a sharp intake of breath immediately I have that command. I wasn't here to joke nor play nice to any mother fuvker let alone at my Enemy. If he doesn't speak, then I'll do what any insane would definitely do.Even Raccoon, my Beta, hesitated.“You—Alpha…” His voice trailed off. “You don’t mean to—”“I said pull. Them. Down.” I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to.I felt the ripple of horror behind me, felt the air shift as the prisoner finally understood what was coming.The moment was quiet then chaos cracked.“WAIT—WAIT!” the man screamed. “Please—please—don’t! I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”I turned slowly, my fingers still wrapped loosely around the screwdriver.“I’m listening.”His voice broke on the first syllable. “They hired me from the south, mercenaries. Not from here and not from any known pack. They— they said you were getting weak. That there was a girl. A human girl you brought into the pack. That she was the reason your guard was down.”Valentina. Good

Valentina's POVAs the car rolled to a stop, I realized people were watching us with reverence.We stepped out, and Ryker walked ahead like he owned the sky above this place. He didn’t look back to see if I followed or not because he was sure I would. We entered a hall at the center of the town something between a temple and a throne room. light lined the walls. At the center stood an altar with a gun rested on it and I froze. But Ryker walked to it without hesitation. “This place is what you would call sacred,” he said. “It belonged to my mother’s bloodline.” He turned to me slowly. “This is where all bonds are witnessed.” I swallowed. “Bonds?” He nodded. “This is where everyone will see us now.” My chest tightened. “Why?” His eyes met mine, and something cruel flashed in them. “Because they need to see what’s mine.” My breath stopped halfway. “I’m not—” “You are,” he said sharply. “You were from the moment you walked into the hall yesterday as my bride, don't try to shy a

Ryker’s POVI left the main hall without a glance back at Valentina. She had spoken barely but it was enough for now.My footsteps echoed across the long corridor of the East Quarter, the one rarely used unless for reasons like this. Behind me, the door clicked shut, muffling the lingering tension that still simmered in that room. Men who obeyed without question. And a girl... who still had fear swimming in her eyes.Good. Fear was an effective leash. Without stopping, I mindlinked Raccoon. Get to me. Now.His reply was instant. Already on the way. He met me at the threshold that separated the main house from the lower undergrounds,no one came here unless summoned. The air felt cooler here, heavier. As if it too had seen the bloodshed."Alpha," Raccoon nodded once, a lock of his white-blond hair falling over one brow. His voice was as calm as ever, his gaze sharp. "Still no confirmation on Rourke's exact location. The man’s still not talking."I turned sharply toward the hallway that

Ryker's POV She looked confused at my words. I wasn’t surprised. Even I wasn’t sure if the venom I felt toward her was anger... or something else that scared me far more. I leaned back, resting against the chair, letting my arms rest lazily on the armrests while she sat there, unsure of what to do next. “You’re on my lap, Valentina,” I said, my voice low and razor-sharp. “Don’t sit like I’m your priest.” She flushed. That same slow-burning heat that crawled up her neck like guilt. Her hips shifted slightly on instinct, and I felt her tense. I let it happen. I let her drown in the weight of silence. Her fingers twitched at her sides. “Are you waiting for applause?” I asked. “Or instructions?” “I don’t want to make a mistake,” she answered softly. I smiled again, and this time there was no kindness in it. “Every move you make is a mistake in my my space little traitor.” I wrapped one arm around her waist, drawing her flush against me. My other hand rose to her throat but she di