Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Enemy, Lover Mine: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

The silence stretched, thick and unbearable. Laura’s chest rose and fell too quickly, her pulse a wild drum against her ribs. She should run. She should tear herself from this room and never look back.But then Marcus moved — slow, careful, like a man approaching a frightened creature. He didn’t reach for her arm this time. Instead, he lifted his hand toward her face, pausing an inch away as if giving her every chance to recoil.And for reasons she couldn’t name, Laura didn’t.His fingertips brushed her cheekbone, feather-light, reverent. The warmth of his skin seeped into her, unraveling something deep inside. For a single, stolen second, she let him. She let the bond wrap around her, let herself feel the safety she had spent years convincing herself didn’t exist.Her eyes fluttered shut. Her body leaned into his touch before she could stop it.“See?” Marcus whispered, his voice breaking like glass. “You don’t have to fight me. Just… let me be here.”The words struck something danger

Marcus’s voice tore through the chamber like a blade.“I will not make it hard for you, Father.” He stood ramrod-straight, every muscle coiled, the wolf under his skin like a pent storm. “Kick Raine out—and kick me out too.”Silence crashed down in the wake of his words. It wasn’t the tentative hush of polite surprise. It was the stunned, absolute stillness of a hall that had expected compliance and instead been given a challenge.Faces turned—some pale with shock, others with anger like flint. An old woman near the far end of the table covered her mouth with a trembling hand. A younger elder’s eyes widened; he looked to his neighbor for what to do, and found no answer. Even the guards at the door, seasoned men who had seen hatred and blood, had frozen mid-breath.Hayden’s face contorted, a slow, furious transformation that made him look decades older in the space of a heartbeat. He slammed his cane down hard enough to make the long table vibrate. “So that is your choice,” he hissed,

The door slammed so hard behind her the frame rattled, the echo ringing like a gunshot through the walls. Laura’s chest heaved, fury bubbling up so hot she could barely contain it. She spun on her heel, glaring daggers at Marcus, who sat in a chair as if rooted there, jaw clenching, shoulders coiled tight, eyes tracking her every move.“You just can’t really give me peace of mind, don’t you?” she hissed, every word sharp enough to cut. “Everywhere I go—every single damn time—I’m forced into the spotlight because of you!”Marcus didn’t answer. He didn’t move. He sat there with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles were white, his jaw ticking as though every word she spat was a blade slicing across his skin.Laura’s frustration only grew at his silence. “Do you realize what you’ve done out there? Do you realize you’ve just painted a target on my back?! Do you realize that now, every wolf in this pack, every elder, every eye will be on me?” Her voice cracked, rag

Colin’s footsteps echoed down the corridor, heavy and uneven. He wasn’t even sure where he was going — only that if he stayed near Penelope another second, he might’ve said something he couldn’t take back.Laura’s face burned in his memory. The way Marcus had dragged her out into the open, putting her under the eyes of the entire pack. The whole damn spotlight.He knew her well enough to recognize it wasn’t just anger twisting her features out there. It was humiliation. Rage. A cornered animal forced into a place she never wanted to be. She hated attention like that — hated being seen when she didn’t choose it. And now the entire pack had witnessed her tied to Marcus in a way she never asked for.His jaw clenched. It wasn’t just about her pride. It was about danger. Laura was reckless, sure, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew being exposed like that painted a target on her back. If Marcus’s parents didn’t crush her outright, someone else would try.And for the first time, Colin wondered

The training room echoed with the steady, violent rhythm of Sebastian’s fists slamming into the leather bag. His knuckles burned, his muscles screamed, but he didn’t care. Each strike was harder than the last, as if he could beat the noise in his head into silence.But there was no silence—only the echo of his mother’s voice. You. Are. The. Heir.His chest heaved, sweat rolling down his temple. His mind felt empty, hollow, yet unbearably heavy. He couldn’t think. He didn’t want to think. He just wanted to hit until his arms gave out.The creak of a door broke through the haze. Sebastian froze mid-swing, his chest rising and falling in jagged breaths. The shuffle of steps followed, slow and deliberate, the unmistakable tap of a cane striking the stone floor.“Training before dawn,” came the low, gravelly voice, carrying the weight of years. “That is either the mark of discipline…”Sebastian turned, eyes dark, strands of damp hair sticking to his forehead.“Or of a troubled mind.”An el