Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Enemy, Lover Mine: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Marcus took a slow step closer, his presence filling the space between them like a rising tide.Raine stiffened, every muscle in her body coiled tight, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t.When his hand reached for her arm, instinct jolted through her — a sharp, cold flinch — but she masked it quickly, forcing herself to stand still as though nothing had happened.Don’t you dare, she told herself. Don’t you dare pull away like some frightened pup. He doesn’t get to see that. He doesn’t get to see you weak.Marcus’s fingers rested gently against her forearm, not restraining, just grounding — as if he was afraid she might shatter if he gripped too hard. His brows furrowed, eyes searching her face, trying to read what she wasn’t saying.“Raine,” he said softly, almost pleading, “I’m not your enemy.”Her chest tightened at the quiet sincerity in his voice. He doesn’t get to sound like that. Not to me.Her chest squeezed at that, her throat tightening — but she forced herself to stare back a

Marcus rounded the corner and stopped dead in his tracks.She was there — Raine — pressed against the wall, her body taut with something far darker than grief. Her head was tipped back, jaw clenched, eyes gleaming with a wild, unyielding light.For a moment, he didn’t move.Her breathing was uneven, her hands curled into fists, and though no sound escaped her, the air around her thrummed with something electric, dangerous.Marcus’s wolf went still.Every instinct screamed at him to go to her, to pull her into his arms, to quiet whatever storm was tearing her apart. But the longer he stood there, watching her, the more he realized—She didn’t want saving.She didn’t want comfort.This wasn’t a wound that needed soothing. This was fire, and fire needed to burn.Marcus’s throat tightened, the urge to move toward her nearly breaking his restraint. But he forced himself to stay where he was, fists clenching at his sides, letting her have this moment — her pain, her fury, her refusal to bre

Raine felt Sebastian’s gaze on her before she even looked up. When she finally did, their eyes met across the room — sharp, unyielding, neither willing to look away first.Something in his expression made her chest tighten. He wasn’t just watching her. He was studying her.Then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught Seraphina’s smirk. It was small, almost amused, but sharp enough to cut.Luna Seraphina leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other. “Well,” she said lightly, but there was nothing casual about her tone. “At least we know she’s strong enough to be sitting here after what happened last week.”Raine’s fingers curled into her palms beneath the table, nails biting into her skin. Of course.Her mind went back to the night of the ball — the carefully chosen guest list, the perfectly timed attack, the way everything seemed a little too convenient. She’d done her research, listened to whispers from the guards, and one thing stood out: Eldridge never hosted events

The moonlight spilled through the tall window, painting silver lines across the floor as Raine moved quietly through her room. She untied her hair, letting it fall loose over her shoulders, and dipped the cloth into the basin, wiping away the day’s grime with slow, deliberate strokes. Her movements were calm, precise — the only way to keep her thoughts from spiraling.She had just set the cloth down when the door creaked open.“Raine.”Her spine stiffened at the sound of his voice. She turned, finding Sebastian leaning against the doorframe, his presence filling the room with an intensity that made the air feel heavier. His eyes flickered over her — not with hunger, not with mockery, but with something quieter. Sharper.“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone flat, but the question lingered between them like an echo.Raine blinked once, expression carefully unreadable. “You came all the way here to ask me that?”Sebastian’s gaze didn’t falter. “Why not?” he asked simply, as though it were

Laura’s eyes fluttered open to unfamiliar warmth pressed against her side. For a moment, she froze, staring at the ceiling, her mind sluggish from sleep. Then she felt it—an arm draped lazily across her stomach, heavy and possessive.Her breath caught. Slowly, very slowly, her gaze slid down to confirm.Marcus.Marcus, dead asleep beside her, his hair tousled, his lips parted just slightly as if he hadn’t a care in the world. His chest rose and fell with the deep rhythm of someone in a blissful, dreamless slumber.Laura’s entire body went rigid. What the hell—Her eyes darted around the room, panic rising as the realization hit. This wasn’t her bed. This wasn’t her room. She was in his.And then she did the only thing her instincts allowed.She screamed.Marcus jerked awake with a start, sitting up so fast he nearly headbutted her. “Wha—what?!” His voice cracked, eyes wide and bleary. He blinked at her like he couldn’t quite process reality. “Are we under attack?! Vampire raid?! Fire?