All Chapters of Alpha Enemy, Lover Mine: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Laura’s entire body burned as if she’d been dropped into a fire pit. She spun on her heel, determined to storm off and pretend none of it had happened, but her ears were too sharp. She caught the soft, breathless giggles of the maids echoing behind her.“Did you hear?” one whispered.“They were going to—” the other started, breaking off into nervous laughter.Laura’s face went scarlet. Moon above, kill me now.Marcus, of course, was not helping. He slowed his steps until he was right at her side again, walking as if the corridor was his personal runway. His grin was carved deep, smug enough to strangle.“You hear that?” he murmured, just low enough for her to hear. “Apparently, we were about to kiss.”Her fists clenched. “You were about to kiss your own grave.”He chuckled, biting his lower lip again like he was savoring the taste of her fury. “Mmh. You say that, but your face is still red, Raine.” He leaned closer, his breath warm near her ear. “You’re not embarrassed because they ov

Penelope whirled mid-rant when Sebastian’s voice cut through the corridor.“You’re louder than the maids you scorn.”She froze, her eyes widening for a fraction before narrowing into a sharp glare. “Sebastian,” she said sweetly, venom curling under his name. “Lurking in shadows to catch me at my lowest? How very fitting of Eldridge’s golden heir.”Sebastian regarded her coolly, arms folded behind his back, posture effortlessly composed. “Your lowest, Penelope, seems to be any time someone else draws breath. You should take more care with what spills from your mouth. It drips everywhere.”Her lip curled, but she plastered on a mock smile. “Oh, forgive me. I didn’t realize you’d taken it upon yourself to defend your brother’s latest… project.” She tilted her head, lashes batting with cruel sarcasm. “How noble. Truly.”Sebastian’s jaw flexed, but he remained silent, waiting.Penelope’s tone sharpened, her voice cracking like glass. “Do you know what humiliates me most, Sebastian? Not tha

Marcus’s jaw tightened as the warriors’ voices faded down the corridor. His blood burned hot, his wolf pacing, demanding he follow, demanding he put an end to their pathetic little scheme before they ever got near her.He pushed off the wall, steps sharp, ready to hunt them down…When something pricked the side of his neck.It was faint, almost nothing, a pinprick bite. He slapped at it instinctively, but the sting sank deeper, blooming fast through his veins.“What the—” His words caught, slurring.The corridor tilted. His knees buckled.Marcus gritted his teeth, clawing for balance, rage searing hotter as the world blurred around him. His wolf snarled, thrashing, but his body refused to obey. Whatever it was—poison, sedative—it was strong. Too strong.“Damn… it…” he rasped, staggering, his hand bracing against the cold stone wall. His vision doubled, the torches smearing into twin streaks of fire.The last thought that cut through the haze wasn’t of himself.Not of the two cowards s

The heat and noise of the hall pressed down on him like a weight. Sebastian had heard enough—too much, in fact.He slipped through the fringes of the crowd, his steps measured, precise, until the lanternlight gave way to the shadowed corridors beyond. The sound of music and laughter dulled behind him, replaced by the soft hush of stone and silence.If Raine was anywhere, it would not be in the center of that chaos.He moved through the hallways like a predator at ease, gaze sharp, senses reaching outward. Every breath of air, every shift of sound threaded through him.And that was why he felt it—The faint ripple of movement. A whisper of intent slicing through the quiet.Sebastian turned just as the knife flashed for his ribs.Steel hissed through the air, close enough to graze his jacket, but he had already moved, body twisting with sharp grace. His hand shot out, striking the attacker’s wrist, forcing the blade wide.The figure before him was cloaked head to toe in black. Masked. S

The hall was deathly silent for a heartbeat as Marcus and Sebastian shifted, fur bristling, claws extending, eyes glowing with raw predatory light. The rain of arrows had stopped, but the tension in the room had only thickened.Everyone’s attention snapped to the two of them—wolves snarling, circling, each strike and dodge charged with lethal intent.Sebastian lunged, teeth bared, but Marcus was fast, muscles coiling like springs. The hall watched, frozen, as the two clashed again and again. Yet slowly, inexorably, Sebastian began to lose ground. Marcus’s blows landed harder, his wolf instincts sharper, and a ripple of whispers ran through the crowd.Before anyone could witness the final strike, a blur of motion cut through the tension. The Alpha of Eldridge shifted with impossible speed, his form erupting into a towering wolf, silver fur gleaming under the lantern light.With a single, powerful leap, he intercepted Marcus, pinning him above Sebastian. The force pressed Marcus back, c