All Chapters of Alpha Enemy, Lover Mine: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Outside the council chamber, the world had grown quiet, but Marcus could not feel it. Every sound, every movement, every shadow seemed amplified in his mind. His muscles still buzzed with residual adrenaline from the fight with Sebastian, and yet, all that mattered now was her—Raine. Her pale form haunted him, the tremor of her fingers and the faint rise and fall of her chest replaying in his mind like a relentless drumbeat.He paced back and forth, restless, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Every second that passed felt like a lifetime. The healer’s words echoed in his mind—her blood was unique. Ordinary wolf blood, even his, could not save her. The poison was spreading, and time was slipping away faster than he could chase it.Howard stood nearby, calm and measured, though his eyes betrayed concern. He watched Marcus pace, noting the way his jaw was clenched so tight it seemed his teeth might snap, the way his hands trembled even as he tried to control them. Finally, he

The room was thick with tension—Marcus’s glare fixed on Penelope, Howard’s steady calm keeping the air from sparking, and Raine’s fragile breaths anchoring them all. The weight of decisions pressed down, and Marcus’s mind was already spinning with plans, strategies, contingencies.Then—The door swung open with sudden force.All three turned sharply, instinct bristling, but before Marcus could even growl a warning, a figure slipped inside.Colin.His scent filled the room in an instant—familiar, warm, sharp-edged with worry. His boots hardly touched the ground before he crossed the clinic floor, eyes wide, breath ragged, gaze locked on Raine. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t ask. He went straight to her side like the rest of the room didn’t even exist.“Raine…” His voice cracked, raw with something Marcus wasn’t ready to name. His hand hovered over hers for a trembling second before he finally clasped it gently, his thumb brushing against her pale knuckles.Marcus froze, his body stiff,

The healer set her vials down on the small table, the sharp clink of glass cutting through the suffocating silence. Her hands moved quickly, grinding herbs, mixing powders, filling a bowl with hot water that steamed with sharp, pungent scents.She looked at both Marcus and Colin, her eyes sharp, no longer the calm, collected tone of before but the commanding authority of someone who knew the stakes. “Listen carefully. Raine’s lantern of life is flickering. The poison is not just eating her body—it’s threatening her essence. If it collapses completely, there will be no bringing her back. Not with herbs, not with blood, not with the Moon Goddess herself.”Marcus’s chest tightened, his fists curling until his knuckles turned white. He stepped closer, his shadow falling across Raine’s trembling form. “Tell me what to do.” His voice was ragged, stripped of arrogance, desperation bleeding through.Colin hovered at the opposite side of the bed, hand still resting protectively near Raine’s, h

Sebastian’s eyes flickered open to a dimly lit chamber, the familiar scent of cedar and smoke grounding him before the fog of memory began to clear. The ceiling beams above him swam into focus, the weight of exhaustion dragging at his body like lead. His muscles ached, his wolf stirred uneasily beneath his skin, and the taste of blood and anger still lingered on his tongue.He shifted slightly, the rustle of fabric drawing his gaze to the figure seated at his bedside. His mother. Luna Seraphina.Her posture was poised as always, her gown untouched by the chaos of the night, yet her eyes betrayed her composure—tired, sharp, searching. She had been watching him, waiting for him to wake.“You’re finally awake,” she said softly, but there was no gentleness in her tone. It was clipped, restrained, heavy with questions.Sebastian pushed himself upright, the dull throb of bruises along his ribs reminding him of Marcus’s strength in their fight. His jaw clenched at the memory, his pride stung

Sebastian’s jaw tightened, the muscle in his cheek ticking as he looked between Colin and Penelope. Their silence stretched, heavy, and his patience thinned to a razor’s edge.“Before either of you hesitate,” he said at last, his voice low, cutting through the air like a blade, “remember where you’re standing. This is my pack’s territory. You are both here because we allow it. Don’t make me regret that decision.”The words landed like a warning growl, quiet but impossible to ignore.Colin’s smirk faltered, his jaw tightening as he straightened from his lazy stance. His eyes flashed, but he didn’t speak. Penelope, for once, seemed at a loss for words, her lips pressed into a thin line.Sebastian let the silence hang for a beat longer, letting them feel the weight of his authority.“Now,” he continued, his tone clipped, “I asked where Raine is. You can answer, or you can get out of my way.”Penelope exhaled sharply through her nose, folding her arms. “She’s in the healer’s wing,” she mu