All Chapters of BOUND TO MY ALPHA ENEMY : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alina’s POV The moment he straightened, his shadow loomed long against the cracked stones beneath us. His hand stretched down toward me, palm open, fingers waiting, as though he carried the answer to my struggle in that simple gesture. I stared at it for a fraction longer than I should have like a drowning woman staring at a rope, then fury sparked through me, cutting the weakness that tempted me to take it.I slapped his hand away, the sharp smack echoing louder than it should in the empty silence around us. My pride refused to let me touch him, even in something so small. My palms stung, but I pushed myself off the ground with shaky strength. The moment my weight landed on my right foot, pain shot up through my ankle like fire leaping from an ember. It wasn’t just pain, it was jagged, twisting, as if knives had bloomed in the tendons and were pulling tight.I sucked in a sharp breath and winced, biting down on my lip to keep a sound from breaking free. My pride already bled enough

Rowan’s POV The blade of my carving knife stilled mid-curve. I sat hunched at my stool, wood shavings scattered across the table, the half-shaped figure in my hand looking ridiculous now, a wolf with wings, something born from restless hands rather than artistry. My wrist ached from pressing too hard, but I hadn’t noticed until that very pause.The silence in the room pressed in; I lifted my head, eyes drifting to the open window. The moon hung swollen and silver, bleeding its cold light across the floorboards. My breath dragged slowly in and out, as if the moon itself demanded I stop and listen.And of course, she slipped into my mind. Alina.The memory hit before I could stop it, sliding into place with cruel clarity.She had stood in this very room the first day she wandered in, her dress as blue as a summer sky, her hair pinned loosely like she hadn’t cared if strands fell against her cheeks. Her eyes, wide and curious, moved over every carving I’d ever made and kept here – wolv

LYDIA’S POVGosh. I had missed Rowan’s touch.My fingers were buried against his sides, gripping his shirt, but even that wasn’t enough to sustain the storm rising inside me. Every inch of me craved him, every breath felt stolen. He made it impossible to resist, the way his heat pressed against mine, the weight of his presence drowning out every rational thought.Before I knew it, my hand had slid upward, tangling in his soft, dark hair as his mouth moved over mine, devouring me with kisses that stole what little composure I had left. His lips broke free only to travel lower, grazing my jaw, then dipping to the curve of my neck. I shuddered at the sensation, my toes curling as a helpless gasp escaped me.And then… lower.His lips wandered further, down the valley between my breasts, tracing maddening, slow patterns before his warm mouth closed over one of my nipples. A sharp breath left me, my body arching toward him instinctively. He teased and worshipped me there, first gentle, then

Lucian’s POVHer weight in my arms felt lighter than I’d imagined, but heavier in ways I didn’t expect.The corridor was quiet as I carried her back to my room, my steps slow and deliberate despite the storm thrumming under my skin. Her cheek rested against my shoulder, her breath warm and steady where it brushed my collarbone.I didn’t know why I was holding her so carefully, as though she’d break if I didn’t. My grip wanted to be rougher; my chest wanted to be indifferent. But neither obeyed me.Inside, the soft hush of my room greeted us. The light bled faintly across the sheets as I lowered her onto the bed, placing her down more gently than I wanted to, like a fragile thing I had no business touching.I straightened, dragging a hand across my face, and exhaled a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. My jaw clenched instinctively, and I frowned at myself for it.The cupboard across the room caught my eye, and without thinking, I walked to it. Kneeling before the lower compart

Alina’s POVThe room sank into a thick, charged silence, but my chest refused to calm.I lay there, curled beneath the duvet, pretending not to hear the steady rhythm of his breathing across the room. My heart, however, had its own wild pace, hammering against my ribs like it was trying to break free. Lucian had already shut his eyes, one arm folded beneath his head, the other resting lazily across his chest.I watched him, against my better judgment.I didn’t know when I got lost doing it, following the rise and fall of his chest, the way the dim light traced shadows along his sharp jawline, how even at rest his body looked like a weapon forged out of steel and stubbornness.Every muscle in him carried control, restrained, coiled energy waiting to strike.I hated that I noticed. I hated even more how I couldn’t stop looking.And then his voice cut through the silence, rough and deep, shattering the fragile spell.“Can you stop looking at me and just sleep?” he said without opening hi