Lahat ng Kabanata ng BOUND TO MY ALPHA ENEMY : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Alina’s POVThe air around us thickened, humming with heat and unspoken words. My chest rose and fell in shallow, trembling breaths as he lifted his gaze to me.Lucian’s eyes, dark, stormy, and soft all at once, held mine as if I were the only thing in the world. Slowly, deliberately, he drew his fingers and brushed his lips across his knuckles, tasting the remnants of what had just passed between us. The simple motion made my heart jolt.“Alina…” His voice was gravel and silk, heavy with the kind of hunger that wasn’t just desire—it was devotion. “You have no idea what you do to me.”My lips parted, but no words came. The sight of him, the sound of my name falling from his lips, left me undone. When his fingers found the waistband of his pants, I forgot how to breathe. The soft rustle of fabric, the faint hitch in his breath, it all built into a symphony of tension that filled every inch of the room.He didn’t rush. Lucian never did. Every motion was measured, every look calculated t

Alina’s POV He pressed another kiss against my throat, slow and reverent. His hand moved up, brushing my jaw. “Tell me what you want, Alina.”I hesitated, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “Just… don’t stop.”He didn’t. His movements grew deeper, steadier, like he was tracing every part of me, memorizing it. I met him halfway, my body moving in rhythm with his, instinctively learning the pattern we were creating together.Our eyes locked again, and for a moment, everything else fell away. There was no past, no hurt, no misunderstanding, just us, bound in this impossible closeness that felt both sacred and terrifying.His name escaped my lips again, a whisper laced with need and something that sounded like love.He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “Say it again.”“Lucian…”He groaned softly, the sound low and beautiful, his hand tightening slightly around mine. The rhythm faltered for a heartbeat, then deepened again.“Don’t let go,” I whispered, unsure whether I meant my han

Alina’s POVThe words landed somewhere deep, pulling a smile from me that I couldn’t hide.For a while, silence settled between us, not awkward, but warm. He kept feeding me in small bites, and I let him, watching the sunlight dance over his face.Then, when the tray was nearly empty, he leaned back, eyes glinting with that familiar mischief again.“So,” he murmured, voice low enough to make my pulse quicken, “should I take this as a sign you… enjoyed last night?”My jaw dropped. “Lucian!”“What?” His grin widened. “I’m just asking a simple question.”“Simple?” I scoffed, trying to hide the blush spreading across my cheeks.He laughed softly, a deep, genuine sound that filled the room. Then he reached out, his thumb grazing the edge of my chin, and said, “You don’t have to answer. I already know.”And before I could protest, he leaned in, pressing another kiss to my forehead, softer than the first, yet carrying all the warmth that words couldn’t say.When he pulled back, he tilted his

Lucian's POV I didn’t wait for another word. My hand tightened on the tray as I shifted my weight, the quiet clink of the dishes the only sound between us. Then I turned and started down the hall.The corridor was still, sunlight slicing through the narrow windows and pooling across the polished floorboards. Each step echoed faintly but my mind wasn’t as calm as my pace.I told Sabrina it was nothing, and maybe that was true. Maybe it was just a strategy. A move to pull Alina closer, to bind her loyalty, to make her trust me. That was all it needed to be.And yet…The ghost of her scent still lingered on my skin, wild jasmine and something softer, warmer. Her voice still echoed faintly in my ears, the way she had said my name between sighs. The way she had trembled under my touch, not in fear but in something dangerously close to surrender.I exhaled slowly, jaw tightening. No. It meant nothing. It couldn’t.The plan was working. That was what mattered.I adjusted my grip on the tray

Alina’s POV The garden had a way of swallowing sound. Only the hum of bees and the lazy sway of petals filled the air. I stood at the far end, where the lavender grew thick and unruly, a violet sea dancing under the soft mercy of the afternoon sun. It was barely three, but the light was gentle today, golden instead of harsh, as though the sky itself had decided to be kind.This corner has become my favorite. It smelled of calm. Of something that didn’t demand or take, something Lucian possibly never quite understood.My fingers brushed the tops of the flowers, the scent clinging faintly to my skin. The training session earlier had wrung the energy out of me. My limbs ached, and though the omega instructor had praised my progress, I couldn’t help the twist of disappointment curling inside me.Lucian hadn’t shown up.Usually, he appeared halfway through, uninvited but commanding, cutting into my concentration with that effortless arrogance he wore like armor. His corrections were sharp,