All Chapters of BOUND TO MY ALPHA ENEMY : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lucian’s POV I never expected to be… awestruck. Not when it came to her.But when our eyes met, like a spark across a frozen bridge, I forgot how to hold onto my usual composure. My gaze swept over her from head to toe… and then back again. Maybe the third time. Maybe the fifth. I couldn’t even tell.Hell’s bells. She looked… graceful.That dress, the one I had kept aside for something real, for someone else, it fit her like it had been woven over her bones by moonlight itself. The bodice shaped her gently without suffocating her, and the shimmering lilac-white hues glittered with every subtle breath she took. The neckline was modest but flattering, just enough to tease without intention. Her hair, curled and falling down like soft waves, bounced faintly as she moved.And the way she paused halfway on the stairs, like a goddess debating if earth was worthy of her next step, then delicately lifted a corner of her gown to descend with elegance.I almost stepped forward. Almost reache

Alina’s POV I was getting dressed for the ball the following evening, and thank the goddess I managed to convince the maids not to dress me like a porcelain doll this time. I needed privacy. No eager eyes peeling over my body like I was a lifeless statue. No forced compliments. Just me, my thoughts, and the mirror.I stood in front of that mirror now, eyes locked on my reflection. I wasn't voluptuous. My body was lean, my breasts modest, my hips less curved than the women men usually gawked at. But I liked what I saw. My confidence, somehow, soared over the 100% mark. There was something empowering about owning who I was.The soft rustle of satin brushed against my legs as I adjusted the hem of my dress. It was black, smooth like water over stone – chiffon, I think. Light, but not flimsy. It whispered against my skin with every move, and the way it wrapped around my waist gave me a sense of silent power. Not too tight. Not too grand. Just enough. Just me.I stared into the mirror, ja

Alina’s POVGoddess.I couldn’t wrap my head around what he meant with his last words. "I wanted to make sure your ex isn’t digging into you in the restroom."Lucian… was never one to waste words, and he definitely didn’t say things without a reason. His voice had held no jealousy, just cold calculation. A prediction, maybe. Or a warning cloaked in sarcasm.And suddenly, I wasn’t sure if I was still the one pulling the strings, or if I’d unknowingly handed them all to him, wrapped in a bow.We walked back into the ballroom, his grip on my hand steady but loose enough to pretend it was casual. But I knew it wasn’t. He was anchoring me again, grounding me in a way that both irritated and unsettled me.The moment we returned, the music shifted. Strings and soft percussion filled the air.Lucian turned to me, hand already out. “Let’s have a dance, Alina.”It wasn’t a request.He said it like a command disguised as charm, and before I could object, he had already begun leading me to the c

Alina’s POVI should’ve been relieved that the ball was over.But no. The moment we stepped out of that grand hall, reality started to feel… fragile. Like glass under my feet.We’d done well, Lucian and I. Pretending like we were the real thing. Smiling in sync. Dancing like every step was choreographed by fate. His hand never left mine, not even once. I laughed, tilted my head when he whispered something ridiculous, and leaned in just right when others were watching. It felt smooth. Too smooth.But I didn’t miss the eyes. The curiosity cloaked behind champagne glasses. The sideways glances filled with wonder, or worse, suspicion. It clung to me all night like perfume I never asked to wear.Lucian, on the other hand, played his role effortlessly. Powerful. Respected. Feared. Everything an Alpha was supposed to be.And hot. Goddess, it still annoys me how good he looked in that suit.Still, even with all the acting, I couldn’t deny we looked like we had it all.Even if it was a lie.De

Alina’s POV “No,” I replied curtly, my voice clipped like the snap of a closing gate. “Because Cade isn’t just another man.”His jaw tensed, the line of his mouth flattening. For a moment, I thought he’d say nothing. Then, with a short breath that seemed to scrape through his throat, he shrugged.“Fine.” His tone was light, but there was an edge to it, raw and biting. “Do as you wish. It won’t bother me in the slightest. You can fall for his pure charm too. I don’t care.”That stung more than it should have.A slow smirk tugged at my lips, part mocking, part armor. But before I could let it speak for me, he flicked a sharp look in my direction.“By the way,” he said, voice low and annoyingly composed, “let’s start training for you. It’s quite unfortunate” – his emphasis on the word was like a deliberate sting – “that Cade won’t be able to train you.”I blinked. “What? Training?”He nodded once, leaning back in his chair like he hadn’t just thrown a wrench into my peace.“Yes. You can