All Chapters of BOUND TO MY ALPHA ENEMY : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alina’s POV I turned back to the flowers, exhaling slowly. Their scent wrapped around me, soothing yet somehow hollow.Maybe Cade was right. Maybe not every calm was peace. Maybe not every kiss meant safety.And yet, even knowing that, I couldn’t stop the small smile that curved my lips when I remembered Lucian’s parting words “Just us”.The sun slipped lower, spilling light through the leaves. The garden swayed, a gentle whisper brushing my ears.Still, beneath it all, something inside me shifted, a quiet knowing that love, when it came from Lucian, would never be simple.It would always come with shadows.But what if the shadows were what I dreaded most, and far more than I ever imagined?Cade’s words still lingered in my head, sharp and heavy, like whispers trapped in my chest. It was as if he’d been about to tell me something, something that would change everything. Yet he couldn't.Lucian had appeared and he had changed. But maybe if Lucian hadn't appeared, I wouldn't have still

Alina‘s POV Sabrina stepped forward quickly, her tone brisk, almost too brisk. “No, Luna,” she said, shaking her head as though trying to erase my thoughts. “You’re overthinking. It’s just a storage space that has some of Alpha’s old things.”Lucian’s things?My brow furrowed. “His things? Like what?” I asked, voice calm but skeptical, my eyes narrowing slightly.Sabrina hesitated. Then, almost reluctantly, she explained, “They’re… items the Alpha packed himself. Things he never wants to see again. Memories he wants buried. People who hurt him. Especially…” She trailed off and her gaze darted to me, almost guilty. “…those belonging to his mother.”I caught the flicker in her eyes, that regret for even saying the word.“Oh.” I nodded slowly, letting her explanation settle between us. “Yeah, I get that. But—” my eyes drifted to the door again, “why build something hidden in his office to store things he hates?”Sabrina’s silence lingered. Her face didn’t betray much, but her eyes flick

Alina’s POV“I burnt them long ago.”Those words tumbled through my head, echoing in a slow, disbelieving rhythm. For a moment, my hand stilled midway to my lips, the fork trembling faintly before I caught myself and set it down with quiet grace. Then words slipped out before I could stop them, a whisper of disbelief that tasted strange on my tongue. “You burnt them?”Lucian’s eyes flicked up from his plate. “Yes.” His tone was calm, measured, almost too measured. “Years ago.”I forced myself to chew the bite I hadn’t yet taken, though it felt like sawdust in my mouth. My chest tightened, but I schooled my expression quickly, forcing a small, casual smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.If he burnt them, then why did Sabrina say he kept them in the hidden room?A quiet panic rippled beneath my calm surface, but I masked it with a soft hum, pretending to be lost in thought about something else. My heart thudded, yet I made sure my tone came out light when I finally spoke.“Is ther

Alina’s POV Lily glanced around, making sure no one was nearby, then whispered, “He wasn’t there.”I frowned. “What do you mean?”“I mean he wasn’t there,” she repeated, eyes wide. “Like, he vanished. I thought maybe he’d gone out through the balcony, but then I noticed something strange.”“What?” I asked again, voice barely above a whisper.She hesitated, then leaned even closer. “The bookshelves,” she said. “They were… parted. Like someone had pushed them aside. And behind them…”I held my breath. “Behind them?”Lily nodded slowly, her voice trembling with excitement. “I think I saw something like a door. A hidden one.”My pulse quickened. “A door?” I whispered.“Yeah.” She looked around again, lowering her voice. “It’s like it leads somewhere underground. Maybe a secret room or something he uses often. An unspoken, forbidden place… just hidden away.”My heart pounded so loud I was sure Lily could hear it.A door behind the shelves.An underground room.Sabrina’s lies.Lucian’s cal

Alina’s POV When he finally broke the kiss, he stayed close, resting his forehead against mine. His breath mingled with mine, warm and heavy. “You’re doing a good job,” he murmured. “Practicing this hard every day… I believe you’ll pull it off tomorrow.”I blinked, still a little dazed. “You really think so? It’s only been a couple of weeks since I started practicing, you know.”“I know,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “But I believe you can. Just like us, it’s not even been a month since we met. Our marriage was only three weeks ago, but here we are, already all lovey-dovey and together.”I couldn’t help laughing at that. “Lovey-dovey? Did you really just say that?”He smirked. “It fits, doesn’t it?”Before I could reply, he leaned in again, his lips capturing mine in a deeper, hungrier kiss. I gasped softly, my hands instinctively rising to his chest. His hand slid down my back, drawing me closer until there was no space between us. The kiss turned slow bu