Semua Bab Alpha Enemy, Lover Mine: Bab 91 - Bab 100

"The fourth of July," Anna said, tapping her finger on the counter for emphasis. “Every single year. Like clockwork. She disappears on that day and never tells anyone where she goes. Not once.”Marcus’s brows furrowed deeper, his chest tightening. The Fourth of July…Jake chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “We used to bet on it. Like—‘is Laura gonna vanish again this year?’ And yeah, she always does. She’s predictable like that. But this time…” His expression shifted to mild concern. “This time, she left early. That’s the weird part.”Howard, who’d been quietly observing, raised a brow. “Wait, wait, wait—so you’re telling us she has a yearly… what? Mystery vacation?”Howard, who’d been quietly observing, raised a brow. “Wait, wait, wait—so you’re telling us she has a yearly… what? Mystery vacation?”Anna glanced at Jake, and Jake only scrunched his nose before muttering, “Nope. I’m not getting involved in this,” and walked away toward the back of the bar.Anna hesita

The morning sun spilled through the wide windows, painting the Luna’s sitting room in warm gold.Laura—no, Raine—moved with steady precision, refilling Luna Seraphina’s tea, adjusting the flowers on the low table, placing a plate of freshly baked pastries between her and Colin.Colin, however, looked anything but appreciative. He sat slouched in the chair opposite the Luna, his expression a storm cloud. Every time Raine reached for something, his gaze followed her with growing irritation, as if each movement was an offense in itself.Finally, when she bent to collect an empty cup, his jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be doing this,” he said flatly, voice low so only she could hear.Raine straightened, eyes flashing toward him. “And you shouldn’t be staring,” she countered, her tone equally hushed but sharp enough to cut.Colin’s nostrils flared, but before he could bite back, Luna Seraphina glanced between them with mild curiosity. “Something wrong?” she asked, taking another sip of tea.

The past few days had been nothing short of torture for Marcus.It wasn’t just that Laura was still her usual self—cold, unreadable, impossible to crack—it was that Sebastian, of all people, had suddenly started hovering around her like a damn shadow.Marcus had caught them more than once, standing close in the courtyard or exchanging quiet words in the training hall. Laura’s expression never changed—calm, aloof, her gaze cutting like glass—but Sebastian? The nerd. The awkward, ugly duckling who used to avoid women like they were a plague?He was laughing.Actually laughing.And every time Marcus saw it, something in his chest coiled tighter.It didn’t matter that Laura didn’t seem to return the warmth. It didn’t matter that her tone toward Sebastian was as cool as winter air. In Marcus’s mind, the damage was already done—because the moment his brother started smiling at her like that, Marcus began to wonder if he was watching something dangerous grow right in front of him.And the wo

Penelope had just stepped out of her room, still adjusting the silk sleeve of her robe, when she froze.Marcus stood in the hallway, a large bouquet of blush-pink roses cradled in his arms. The flowers were fresh, delicate, and beautifully arranged—yet the expression on the man holding them was anything but tender. His jaw was tight, eyes flat with something between irritation and mischief, as though each petal was a personal insult.Penelope blinked, unsure if she should speak.Marcus caught her hesitation and smirked, the curve of his lips sharp and deliberate. Without a word, he strode forward and thrust the bouquet into her arms—not gracefully, but with the controlled force of someone slamming a door shut.The flowers crushed slightly against her chest, and she instinctively gripped them to keep from dropping them.“What—?” she began.“Congratulations,” Marcus said dryly, his tone laced with mockery. “Or condolences. Pick whichever fits.”Penelope’s eyes narrowed as she looked fro

Laura returned a few minutes later, mop in one hand, a bucket in the other. She stepped into the doorway, ready to get this over with—only to stop dead in her tracks.Her jaw slackened.If his room had looked like three typhoons had passed through earlier… Now it looked like the typhoons had invited a hurricane over for drinks and left it to party. Papers littered the floor like snow. A chair lay sideways, legs pointing awkwardly to the ceiling. His dresser drawers were half-open, clothes spilling over the edges as if they were trying to escape the room entirely.Her gaze slowly cut to Marcus, who was leaning lazily against the wall near his bed, arms crossed and a faint smirk tugging at his lips—like this was all part of his master plan.“What,” she asked flatly, “did you do?”“Nothing,” Marcus said, voice dripping with innocence so fake it could’ve been gift-wrapped. “Just… lived a little.”Her fingers curled tight around the mop handle. “Lived a little?”He gave a casual shrug. “Ye