All Chapters of BOUND TO MY ALPHA ENEMY : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lucian's POVAlina left her meal half-finished, barely nibbling at the soft pie the maids had fussed over this morning. I bet she had lost her appetite, and I didn’t have to guess who was to blame. My gaze followed her as she stood up quietly. No words. Just a simple nod when I told her, “Go get ready. Training starts at exactly noon.”She didn’t protest. Just walked away, head slightly down, like she had already braced herself for another session of misery.The soft sound of her footsteps faded into the stairwell.Then Cade’s voice cut through the silence like a blade through fog. “The training. You really want to train her?”I leaned back, picked at a crumb on my plate. My tone was firm. “What? You know I can't tolerate weakness. She has to be strong to awaken her wolf. You know that better than anyone.”He said nothing for a moment, just looked at me like he could see straight through the smoke screen I was crafting.Then he finally asked, “Is everything you're doing with Alina… ju

Alina’s POV He nodded toward my chest. I followed his gaze, confused. I looked down again… then froze.Oh.Oh no.My top clung a little too much, and the thin material left… little to the imagination. I, in my rushed escape from the bathroom, had skipped something vital.I hadn't put on my bra.I gasped softly and folded my arms quickly.What the heck?His grin deepened.“Not wearing a bra now and having those little distractions bouncing with every step? Bold offer, wife.”“You’re vile.”He shrugged with no shame, eyes alight with unholy amusement.“You came to train, Alina. But it seems you're training me instead in the art of self-control.”I clenched my jaw, stepped back, and hissed, “One more comment and I’m knocking your smug teeth down your throat.”He laughed, low and rumbling, like I’d just complimented him.“Try, and I’ll make you scream.”My eye twitched.Not in the way you want, I reminded myself, turning on my heel to march to the mat. Not in the way you want, Lucian.He

ALINA’S POVWhat the heck has gotten into him?He was getting closer.The lazy gleam in his eyes said it all, trouble, teasing, temptation. I raised my hand, a quick slap forming at my fingertips, but before it even sliced the air, he caught it. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, warm and firm. Then, with a slight tug, he pulled me forward, only slightly, but enough that my chest grazed his.His eyes dipped.They didn't ask for permission.They lingered.Slowly, shamelessly, peeling away the invisible layers of modesty I had wrapped myself in. It was the kind of stare that didn’t touch skin, it delved into sensation. I squirmed, every inch of me alert and blazing.“Let go,” I said, breath catching.But he didn’t. He remained still, eyes anchored on me like I was some mystery he was only beginning to unravel. Then, his hand shifted slightly. Not away, closer. A single finger reached up, brushing the corner of my lips, then dragging softly across the curve of my bottom lip.I flinche

Lydia's POV The evening breeze slid through the curtains like a sly visitor, stirring the sheer fabric of my robe. I sat before my dressing table, running cool lotion across my skin in slow, practiced strokes. My fingers traced the slope of my shoulder, then down to my collarbone. The scent of vanilla and clove curled up into the air, calming... until the soft click of the door stole my attention.I didn’t look up. I didn’t have to. The heavy silence that followed said enough. And then the scent hit me.A trace of something warm, wild, and dark. My lips twitched into a smirk.Rowan.The door shut with a click, firmer this time. Then came the whisper of a lock turning. My hand stilled on my thigh. Footsteps padded softly over the carpet, a shadow drawing closer.I scowled, eyes still fixed on my reflection, unimpressed.“Don’t sneak up on me.” My voice was cool, even, but laced with disdain. “I’ve been avoiding you since we returned from that party, in case you forgot. Five days, Rowan

Lydia's POV I swallowed, heart racing, not from pleasure this time, but from the jolt of panic that surged through my veins.He looked at me, smirk gone, eyes searching mine.My blood turned cold. The voice on the other side of the door spoke again, light and familiar.“Dear, you didn't have dinner yet.”Mother.My breath caught in my throat, and I stiffened. Jasper's eyes flicked to mine, and I saw it—just for a flicker—a subtle, barely-there shift in his pupils. Relief. Recognition. The kind that says thank the stars, I locked the door.I recognized her voice too.The doorknob twisted once, gently.“Lydia?” she called again.My heart skipped. “Mother, I'm not hungry,” I called back, trying to make my voice sound calm. My throat was parched.“Oh, nonsense. You barely touched your lunch. At least have a bite of something—” she chided softly, her tone laced with concern.I opened my mouth to respond, but the words crumbled as Jasper’s hand slid again across my thigh, fingers tracing s