All Chapters of Fated To My Alpha Enemy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ryker's POV It didn't sound like a question, it sounded like horror. I studied her. The way her hands twitched at her sides, how her breath caught slightly at the sight of me. She knew exactly what I had done.“They needed correction,” I said. “Correction?” she repeated, voice rising slightly. “They were our soldiers, Alpha.” “They were liabilities Gwendolyn!,” I corrected. “And they were being trained by someone I didn’t appoint. Did you think I wouldn’t find out someday?” She hesitated at my voice.“You knew,” I said, voice colder now. “You knew the council-circle had embedded a man to shape those wolves behind my back. That is betrayal.” She stiffened.“I was told it was a temporary command,” she said quietly. “A stopgap perhaps to help their Alpha in the future.” “Stopgaps don’t slaughter innocents under the pretense of training.” Her eyes dropped to the floor.“Did you know that some of them used as training were children?,” I asked. ”Do you not have conscience to use childr

Ryker's POVThe aura in my room was darker than usual as I stepped in and shut the door behind me with a quiet click, my hand still lingering on the knob when my gaze landed on the figure on the edge of my bed. Legs. Slim. Familiar and unbothered.“Gwendolyn?” I muttered low, not surprised just annoyed.The soft light from the hallway carved her jawline in pale curves, she stood up slowly, brushing down her black leather skirt, then tilted her head and smiled like a ready serpent.“I offed the lights,” she said, her voice silk-dipped. “It felt… better that way, Alpha and will be more Intimate.”I didn’t respond. The tension between us spoke enough.“You left angry earlier,” she continued. “I didn’t like that so I came.”“To do what?” I asked, my tone flat. Unwelcoming.She laughed then, the kind of laugh meant to be seductive but threaded with something desperate underneath.“To make it better.”She took a step closer. “To help. Like I always have done in the past.”My body tensed as h

Ryker's POV Rourke, that bastard. I turned to Valentina, who was still frozen, her hands clutching her dress like it could protect her from the chaos outside. “Stay here,” I said, voice clipped. “Don’t leave this room no matter what.” Her eyes widened, lips parting like she wanted to protest. But she didn’t. She nodded once, her throat visibly tightening as she swallowed whatever words were forming. Nice. I stepped out, slamming the door behind me. Raccoon was already pacing the hallway, two guards flanking him, their expressions tight with fear and urgency. “Alpha,” one of them started breathlessly. “He came armed with an arsenal. Some of our guards are down. There’s chaos at the east perimeter our entire line broke.” My jaw clenched.“Where is he now?” I asked. The guard hesitated, eyes darting between us. “The gate. He’s sitting at the pack’s front entrance like he owns the place.” “How many has he killed?” The man’s face stiffened. “No count yet, Alpha. We trie

Valentina's POV The room had become too still for me. I paced restlessly, my bare feet soundless against the marble floor. I'd lost count of how many steps I had taken, how many times I had passed by the window, only to peer out and find nothing but stillness. Ryker had given me one order, don’t leave and that command replayed in my mind like a warning bell. Why had he said it like that? I hugged myself as a shiver crawled up my spine. A strange kind of dread clawed at my ribcage, like my instincts were trying to scream before my mind could understand. A sudden loud kick broke through my thoughts as the door swung open with force. I spun around, hope igniting in my chest. “Alpha—” I breathed. But it wasn’t him. A guard stood in the doorway. His face was pale, breath unsteady, eyes clouded with unease. “You’re wanted. Now. By Beta Raccoon.” Before I could respond, his hand wrapped around my arm with bruising force. “Move.” “What—what’s going on?” I demanded, struggling t

Valentina’s POV I leaned closer, until my bare breasts brushed against his chest. The closeness stirred something primal inside me. His scent was faint but still lingering, it hit me like wildfire. Dark, earthy, masculine. Ryker but his body didn’t move. I pressed my lips against his collarbone. Softly. Tenderly. Then again, more firmly. “Feel me,” I murmured against his skin. “Your mate. The one you dragged into this hell. If you want to survive, then claim me like you always swore you would.” Still nothing. I ground my hips gently against him, coaxing, urging, pleading without words. I wasn’t just offering myself, I was begging him to choose life. My body began to tremble. The intimacy of this moment wasn’t just physical. It felt like I was handing him my soul, layer by layer, hoping he’d take it. And then… His fingers twitched. I gasped, sitting up slightly. “Alpha?” His hand shot up roughly— and gripped my thigh hard, claws half-formed digging into my skin. His head til