All Chapters of Alpha Enemy, Lover Mine: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Laura’s gaze broke from Sebastian’s for the first time, flickering toward the doorway.Her breath caught.Marcus stood there.He wasn’t saying anything—wasn’t moving much, either—but the weight of his stare was crushing. His jaw was clenched so tight the muscles along his cheek twitched, and the darkness in his eyes was enough to send a chill crawling up her spine.Sebastian noticed it, too. His head turned slightly, following Laura’s line of sight until his own gaze landed on Marcus. For a second, neither brother said a word, the air thick with something sharp and unspoken.Then Marcus’s grip on the doorknob tightened with an audible creak.Without a word, he turned and walked away, the door swinging shut with a muted thud.The moment it clicked closed, Laura shoved at Sebastian’s chest, forcing him upright.“Get off me.”Sebastian raised an eyebrow, more amused than offended. “You weren’t complaining a second ago.”Laura shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel. “I tripped.”He ti

Laura’s chin lifted as she steadied her basket. “With all due respect,” she said coolly, “I’m the one assigned to clean this room. It’s my responsibility, and I intend to do it.”Penelope’s smirk widened, devilish and taunting. She leaned against the doorframe as if she owned the place. “And with all due respect,” she mimicked, her voice dripping with mockery, “Marcus doesn’t want you cleaning his room. He prefers it done properly, which is why he asked me to send someone else in his stead.”Laura’s brows knit, her patience already thinning. “That’s impossible,” she retorted, her tone sharper now. “Marcus would have told me himself. He’s not the type to hand over his space without a word.”Penelope’s laugh was soft, dangerous. “Oh, you think you know him so well?” She pushed off the frame, stepping closer, her perfume clinging to the air between them. “Marcus and I go way back. I know exactly what he likes, what he dislikes, and who he keeps close. You’re just—” her eyes swept Laura u

Laura’s body thrummed with adrenaline, sharper than the pain burning in her shoulder. Her ears rang with the echo of the arrow’s flight, and her wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin, growling for blood.Colin crushed the paper in his fist. His gaze flicked over her wound once more before he jerked his chin toward the trees beyond the courtyard wall. “Stay here.”“The hell I will,” Laura spat, pushing off the wall despite the ache slicing through her shoulder. Her wolf surged forward, demanding the hunt. “I can still move.”His eyes darkened, a flicker of both frustration and reluctant respect. “Fine. But stay close to me.”They moved as one, swift shadows through the stone archway and into the dark edges of the estate grounds. The night was quiet, too quiet, the usual chorus of crickets and rustle of leaves eerily absent.Colin crouched, scanning the ground where the arrow had been fired from. His fingers brushed against the dirt, and his nostrils flared. “Fresh scent. Male. Not p

The door creaked wider, and standing in the threshold was none other than Luna Seraphina.Her usually composed expression faltered—eyes widening in unmistakable shock as they landed on the sight before her: her son, standing far too close to his wounded bodyguard, the air between them electric and undeniable.Laura was the first to move.She cleared her throat sharply, as if slicing through the suffocating silence, and pulled away from Marcus with a swiftness that betrayed more than she’d ever admit. Her face was unreadable, but her steps were quick, almost clipped, as she brushed past the Luna with a polite bow of her head.“Luna,” she murmured, her voice tight, before slipping out of the infirmary without another glance.The silence that followed was heavy.Marcus didn’t move at first. He stood there, still facing the door Laura had just fled through, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling with restrained force. Slowly, he turned—meeting his mother’s gaze.The look he gave h

Steam curled in the air, clinging to the tiled walls as Marcus leaned back against the edge of the tub. The water was hot, almost scalding, but it did little to soothe the restless energy coiling tight inside him.He closed his eyes, dragging a wet hand over his face, but that only made it worse—because all he saw was her.Raine… Laura...Her lips.The way they had parted when she’d spoken to him earlier, sharp words that should’ve pushed him away. The way they had tightened when she glared at him, like she couldn’t stand the sight of him. And, more damning than all of it, the way they had looked when she wasn’t aware of him watching—soft, unguarded, dangerous in their pull.He cursed under his breath, sinking lower into the water.It was ridiculous. He’d kissed countless women. Tasted lips far prettier, far easier, lips that begged for him, not ones that pressed tight with defiance every time he got close. But none of them haunted him the way hers did.He tilted his head back, the dr