All Chapters of Fated To My Alpha Enemy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

Valentina's POV His words echoed in my mind long after his footsteps faded as he left the room. “I will not feel for traitors like you until each one of you ceases to exist.” My body trembled from understanding the weight of those words. I lay on the bed, face pressed into the satin pillow, trying to disappear inside its folds. But there was no escape here. Only the soft rustle of sheets and the steady beat of my heart. At this point… I should flee. He wouldn’t always talk. The moment my usefulness wore thin, he would end me. I knew enough now to say it with certainty. The laughter had died in my mind when I realized survival wasn’t about pleasing him. It was about avoiding his wrath. And his patience was not endless. When his footsteps finally died down, I dared to breathe again. It sounded loud in the silence. I pushed myself up and crept to the window where he had once stood. Everything seemed pale. I looked down at the roads below. The drop was dizzying. The ground looke

Ryker’s POVI had left Valentina’s room and took Emerald to her room as well but now, I was going back to check on Emerald again because I didn't feel so comfortable after what happened. I walked through corridors that smelled of smoke and old stone, each step heavy with guilt I refused to acknowledge. Guilt was a weakness. But regret… Regret had its own claws. At the end of the hall lay Emerald’s room. I pushed open the door and saw her sleeping, small body curled in a bed far too large, sheets tangled in her legs and hair strewn like dark petals across the pillow. I kneeled and gathered her in my arms. Carefully, gently, I lowered her onto myself as though she were spun glass. She stirred, eyes blinking open, confusion and fear mingling in those ocean depths. Then something shifted. Familiarity. She tugged on my shirt. “Uncle,” she whispered, voice hushed beyond her years. “Why did you hurt her that much?” Her name came spilling out. Like a small verdict. I swallowed hard. Th

Ryker's POV The warehouse smelled of stale diesel and power. My body readied itself , instincts honed through years of blood and betrayal. I held my gun at eye level, a surrogate gaze calibrated for precision and lethal finality. Raccoon stood beside me. His usual silent composure was taut, alert. He whispered just once:They’ve been using it as a transit. No need for elaboration. The moment I turned the corner, trouble confronted us. A row of armed guards mulled near crates, their hands reaching for their weapons as we stepped closer. They didn’t even see the flash as my finger tightened and I smacked steel spit across the first man’s jaw. His head snapped back, his neck arched, the gun flying from his limp fingers tensing the second before he could move.The air thickened with gunpowder and blood. Raccoon moved swiftly beside me, hisgun slung low, discarding bodies with meticulous efficiency. I kept walking, focusing on the silenced destruction ahead. I killed three more before

Ryker's POV“Don't you think I’m disgusting?” I asked suddenly. The question fell out before I could stop it. And I hated myself for asking it. She blinked, stunned. “What?” “You heard me.” “No.” Her voice was quick. Almost too quick. “No, Alpha. That’s not what I—” “But you should,” I interrupted. “You should hate the sight of me, hate what I am. What I’ve done. What I could do to you.” “I do,” she answered, stunning me."I do hate you so much Alpha and if I had a choice, I wouldn't help you." I stared at her, every muscle taut, pulled between instinct and restraint. “Then you’re a fool doing something you do not want,” I said darkly. “Maybe,” she murmured. “But so are you.” That made me freeze. “What did you just say?” “You’re a fool,” she repeated, gentler this time. “For knowing that I would have no other option but to do it.” I looked at her for a long time. The girl who didn’t know the depth of what she’d just walked into. The woman who stared down the monster and

Valentina's POVEverything felt like drowning in warm, syrupy silence. Then pain like a ripple against the inside of my skull. I winced. My eyelids were heavy but my head…was heavier. A dull ache throbbed behind my eyes, burning and unrelenting. My throat was dry. My limbs, too light. I felt like I was floating weightless but not free. I blinked. Once. Twice and then light poured in. I turned my head slowly. The movement set off a new pulse of pain, radiating from my neck down to my spine. My body didn’t feel like mine. I tried to sit up, my hand barely lifted off the bed before trembling violently. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. Pale, high, cold. It was not my room. I blinked again, this time faster and the memory returned like a flood. The bite. The heat. Ryker’s hands on me. His mouth at my neck. The way he drank and didn’t stop. The sound of my own heartbeat weakening and then… nothing. I gasped and reached for my throat. “Easy!” a voice said sharply, and someone gr