All Chapters of Alpha Enemy, Lover Mine: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

They thought they could corner me.I stood alone in the clearing, the moon casting a cold, pale light over the trees. Shadows moved around me—werewolves from another pack, circling like vultures, their growls deep and threatening. I could feel their hunger for a fight, their confidence in numbers. Fools.I didn’t move. I didn’t need to. My aura wrapped around me like ice, sharp and untouchable. I saw it in their eyes—the flicker of hesitation, the creeping doubt. They could feel it too. I was no ordinary threat.“If you want to save yourselves,” I said, my voice slicing through the tension, “leave this place instantly. I will not hesitate to kill you all.”For a heartbeat, silence. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Then I saw it—their bravado crack, the first ripple of fear. “I said fucking leave this place if you don't want a bloodshed here!”One stepped back, then another. Cowards. I stayed perfectly still, watching them retreat, my eyes cold and unwavering.“You're a fool!"

Inside the Eldridge Pack TerritoryThe first thing I noticed was the sheer size of the place.Massive gates lined with silver accents. Guards at every post. High walls. The Eldridge Pack didn’t feel like a pack. It felt like a kingdom.Every move was calculated. Every wolf that passed me held their chin a little too high, shoulders a little too stiff. The scent of hierarchy hung thick in the air—Alpha blood leading it, disciplined betas right beneath, and not a trace of weakness in sight.I adjusted the weight of the small duffel bag slung over my shoulder. My documents were forged well enough—clean, but not too clean. Former mercenary. No pack allegiance. Looking for stability and protection. Just another rogue trying to find a place in the world.A woman led me to the training grounds without a word. The open field buzzed with tension, wolves sparring in tight circles while superiors observed silently from the edges. No growls. No chaos. Just clean, efficient fighting. “Next.”I st

Second DayBeing Marcus’s bodyguard was nothing like I’d planned. Correction—this wasn’t even bodyguarding. This was glorified babysitting!I followed him through the halls of the Eldridge compound like a silent shadow, watching him wave at everyone like he was on a parade float. One hand always held a drink—smoothie, iced coffee, bubble tea—you name it. The other was usually pointing at something irrelevant while he cracked jokes no one asked for.This wasn’t the mission.I was supposed to be gathering intel. Earning Sebastian’s trust. Getting close enough to finish what I came here to do.But no.I was stuck with his brother's overgrown puppy!One whole day—wasted. And now it’s day two, and I already feel like I’ve lost control of the timeline I set.One week, get in, kill Carlos’s son, and get out. Clean. Quiet. Efficient.Now…?In my dreams.Literally. Last night I had a dream I snapped Marcus’s neck with one hand and went right back to sleep like it was the most peaceful night o

I paced back and forth in the comfort room, arms crossed tightly over my chest, trying to breathe through the confusion drilling holes into my skull.My mother. Here. With Sebastian.Talking like they’ve known each other. Like they planned to be here together.I stopped.The silence in the bathroom felt too loud, too close. My fingers gripped the sink as I leaned forward and stared at my reflection.Same face. Same eyes. But something about me looked more unhinged lately. Less composed.More… hunted.What the hell was going on?I had one plan. One clear, precise goal: get close to Sebastian, confirm he was their son, end him, leave. No trace. No second thoughts.Simple.But nothing about this was simple anymore.My mother’s scent still lingered in my senses, tangled up in old memories and unhealed wounds. That scent always meant judgment. Cold eyes. Words like daggers.She hated me. She blamed me.And yet she was here… speaking civilly to the son of the two people who destroyed our fa

Pain pulsed down my spine with every step, hot and sharp like splinters of glass. My hand was still pressed to the wound at my lower back, sticky with blood, but I didn’t falter. Wouldn’t let myself.Sebastian walked beside me—half-supporting, half-dragging when my legs buckled a little more than I wanted them to.I hated the way I leaned into him. Hated that I needed to.The path back to the Eldridge main gate felt longer than it should have. The night was thinning—light creeping slowly over the treetops—but the scent of blood and ash still clung to the air like smoke.As we reached the edge of the territory, I heard them.Voices.Dozens.The gates were open, floodlights casting pale gold halos over the dirt road. Warriors, guards, and human wolves crowded the entrance, all alert and tense. Word had clearly spread.About the fight.About the vampires.About us.I gritted my teeth.This was the last thing I needed—attention.But the second they saw us—Sebastian shirtless and bleeding,