Todos los capítulos de BOUND TO MY ALPHA ENEMY : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Lydia's POV I spun to push him back, but his hands were already on my waist, gripping recklessly, pulling me against him.“Let go!” I snapped, shoving at his chest.He ignored me. His mouth crashed onto mine, rough and intolerable. I fought, struggling against his strength, but his hold only tightened. My nails dug into his arms, yet he didn’t flinch.And then it happened. A desperate sound tore from my throat. Against my will, against my pride, the sound slipped free, soft, broken, drawn from somewhere deep in my chest.“Mmmh…ahhh…”The moan spilled out, sultry and trembling, betraying me in a way words never could.I tell myself to breathe, to think, but the room narrows to the slice of Jasper in front of me, his face a map I learned to read quicker than I should have. He steps closer without asking, the air between us tightening. “We shouldn’t—” I start, but he cuts me off with a look that's half apology, half dare.His hand finds mine. It’s not the seizure I feared; it’s a care

Lucian's POV The packhouse hummed like a living thing beneath my skin; every floorboard, every breath of wind through the eaves felt amplified. Cade had gone just minutes before, his footsteps fading down the corridor with the purposeful slowness of a man who had said what needed saying and was done. I should have returned to the files waiting on my desk regardless of taking the rest I needed now.I should have buried my head in work all night until the ache unstitched itself from my bones. Instead I walked to the window.Moonlight silvered the courtyard; the training ground was a darker patch of shadow stitched into the open air. My eyes snagged on a shape that moved like a wind-chased reed; she had the wooden staff in both hands and she struck the air as if hammering at an invisible storm. Her hair was bound back; the dark top clung to the curve of her shoulders. She moved like someone who wanted to bruise something raw into submission.Past eleven, the clock blinked; the world had

Alina’s POVFor one bare, treacherous instant, I lost myself.His words, raw and unguarded, cut through me like an arrow loosed before I could raise my shield. My lips parted, not from choice but because I had no defense ready. He had slipped past my armour, and I felt it, an ache in my chest, a tightening in my throat.I should have turned away, scoffed, or done anything to restore my balance. But I didn’t. I just stood there, heart loud enough to shame me, while he stepped back, giving me space. The move confused me more than if he had pressed closer. Two paces, deliberate, controlled, like he was proving he could pull the reins on his desire.The moonlight washed everything silver, flattening the world into something surreal. Grass hissed under our boots as though recording every word, every pause, every dangerous thought. When my eyes found his again, I realized I was giving him a look I could not name. Not forgiveness. Not surrender. Something in between. Something that burned ag

Alina’s POV The air between us grew taut, the silence stretching like a rope pulled to its limit. I could hear the faint tick of the clock on the wall, steady, deliberate, almost mocking the erratic rhythm of my heartbeat.My words still hovered between us like smoke. Six months and two weeks. That’s all this is. I had reminded him, as much for myself as for him.But Lucian didn’t flinch. He didn’t blink. He only studied me with those eyes that seemed to see more than I ever gave away. His lips curved, just barely, but it was enough to make my chest tightenThe confident smile now dancing on his lips was maddening. He wore it like a crown, like a man too sure of his kingdom. My pulse hammered hard enough I feared he could hear it.I steadied myself, lifting my chin. “What makes you think I would have fallen in love with you by then, Lucian? You can’t be sure.”“I’m too sure.”I laughed, soft but edged. “You can’t be too sure that I wouldn’t leave, though.”“I am.”I narrowed my eyes.

Alina's POV Heat bloomed in a place that made my breath hitch, and for once I did not hate the way my body answered before my mind could remonstrate. The ropes of restraint I had been wearing for so long frayed and fell. Sensation took me, a tide that was equal parts tender and devastating.We moved like two halves remembering how to be whole, a careful, dangerous choreography of wanting and giving. When he paused and lifted his head, his gaze caught mine, edges of resolve and something softer showing through. The question had been a doorway; the answer walked us through and then closed the world out.The light through the curtains softened as if blessed by the small, private conflagration we had become. My breath hitched against his skin, a whisper against the storm he had started, and I realized, with a sort of horrified, miraculous clarity, that resisting him had become the crueler option.His grip loosened on my wrists, but instead of letting go completely, his hands slid down, t