All Chapters of BOUND TO MY ALPHA ENEMY : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lucian's POV I clenched my fists, walking away from Sabrina, the memory still lost to me but the consequences were already unraveling. The silence in my study was suffocating. The kind that didn’t just fill the room but settled on my skin like a second layer, sticky and accusing. I stared past the untouched files on my desk, mind a maze of blurred images and guilt.And somehow, this felt like only the beginning.I turned away from the desk, dragging in a breath through gritted teeth. A flicker. Then another. Like pieces of shattered glass coming together in my mind’s eye. My fingers dug into the wood of the bookshelf beside me. A pulse pounded behind my eyes, and before I could brace for it, a sharp memory hit me like a slap across the face.Cade driving. My rage boiling.I staggered back, crashing into the edge of the desk. Pain lanced through my hip, but I barely felt it. Sabrina rushed to my side. "Lucian—"I held up a hand, stopping her."Don’t," I muttered, squeezing my eyes

Cade's POV Do you want to reprimand me for something?" I had asked, lips tilted into a smirk that barely touched my eyes. It was meant to disarm him, a jab at the tension that had coiled too tight in the room. But Lucian's eyes cut through the humor like a blade, locking onto mine with a chilling silence that screamed I was testing him.Typical Lucian? Exactly. He always knew how to turn a lighthearted jab into a silent war.I followed his gaze as it shifted to the door, the silence between us heavy with everything unspoken. I had timed my return with the precision of someone who knew Lucian down to his bones. Slipping into the house and heading straight for my room wasn’t coincidence, it was kind of a survival. Not really.But it was a carefully calculated decision.Yes, I had planned our return to be separate. While we were burying the bodies, Alina had told me how she figured I was out in the woods, I knew Lucian would make the connection. The same woods he had lost himself in.

Lucian’s POV She twisted in my grip, trying to wrench her arm free, her shoulders snapping against me like a snake striking quick, sharp, and ultimately useless against my hold.“Let go of me, Lucian!” she barked, the sound biting like frost on bare skin.I looked down at her, my brows pulling together, not in irritation at her stubbornness, but at the ridiculous, gnawing itch in my senses, the urge to lean in, to breathe in that maddening scent clinging to her hair. It was richer tonight, warmer, like dark honey melting in smoke. She thrashed harder, giving every ounce of her strength, but she was only a match trying to burn down a mountain.She stopped, chest rising fast, and hissed through clenched teeth, “Let. Me. Go.”I smirked, hating that I couldn’t see her face from this angle, couldn’t watch it flush with that delicious blend of fury and frustration I’d grown addicted to.“What’s with your attitude all the damn time?” I said, my voice low, controlled. “Stop acting so capric

Alina's POV Something in my sleep shifted.A ripple in the still waters of my subconscious.It was faint at first, like the prickling awareness you get when the wind changes direction, but it grew sharper, threading unease through my dreams. My breathing slowed. My skin hummed with that uncanny sense of being watched.And then it hit me.That scent. Strong. Familiar. Impossible to mistake.Lucian.I didn’t need to see him to know it. It was the kind of scent that clung to your senses long after he’d gone; dark, grounding, with an edge of something that lingered too long in your chest.But he couldn’t be here. Could he?I stirred awake, pulse jumping, bracing myself to see him looming over me, maybe with that cold, undecipherable stare, maybe with the smirk he wore when he wanted to unsettle me.Except… there was no one.The room lay still. The duvet rose and fell with my breath. My eyes swept the shadows, scanning corners, the chair by the window, the dim outline of the desk. All em

Alina's POV I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I could taste copper, forcing myself not to curse after him. His tall frame cut through the noon haze, the sound of his boots fading into the muted thud of the training ground beyond. Every step he took away from me was a deliberate dismissal, a reminder that here, I was nothing more than a nuisance to be tolerated. My fingers twitched with the urge to fling some sharp insult at his back, but I knew he would only feed off it; he was the kind of man who thrived on provocation.Instead, I turned on my heel and walked toward my room, each step brisk, precise, like I was stomping down every curse that begged to claw its way out of my throat.Inside, I stripped out of my current clothes and pulled on the armor I had chosen for today, not metal or leather, but my own kind of shield. Loose dark pants that allowed movement yet swallowed my shape, and a black turtleneck that clung only enough to remind me of my body without revealing it. The fa