Semua Bab Alpha Enemy, Lover Mine: Bab 11 - Bab 20

The Alpha’s office was exactly how I imagined it—neat, spacious, and overwhelmingly masculine. Dark oak shelves lined the walls, filled with scrolls, books, and relics that reeked of history and old power. A large, polished desk sat at the center, spotless and imposing, like a throne carved for strategy rather than comfort. The room smelled faintly of cedar and parchment—authority, in scent form.The Alpha himself matched the atmosphere—rigid posture, hard jaw, eyes like sharp steel. His presence demanded attention even in silence. He wore a deep navy tunic trimmed with black leather, every thread screaming control and command.Beside him, the Luna was his perfect contrast. Her smile was warm and effortless, her honey-colored hair pinned into a graceful twist. Dressed in a flowing cream blouse and soft olive skirt, she looked like she belonged in a garden, not beside a man who looked ready for war. Yet there was strength in her eyes—a quiet, steady kind.“Thank you,” the Luna said aga

I stood outside the Alpha’s office, back straight, arms loose by my side.To any passerby, I looked like a well-trained bodyguard simply awaiting orders.But inside?Inside, I was listening.The Eldridge Pack had reinforced the Alpha’s office with layered soundproofing—seals made from elderwood roots, volcanic ash, and enchanted silver threads. No one without access was meant to hear anything beyond those walls.No one except someone like me.I tilted my head slightly, closing my eyes. My hearing sharpened. The layers between me and their voices thinned like fog melting under sunlight.“…absolutely not!” That was Marcus—loud, annoyed, definitely ruffled. “You’re not taking her!”Ah. That tone again.Like a spoiled little wolf pup guarding his favorite chew toy.“She’s not a possession,” Sebastian said. Calm. Controlled. Still ice-cold even when he was clearly irritated.“She’s my bodyguard!” Marcus barked. “She protects me. You want a new one? Go put up a damn sign.”My lips twitched.

My spine met stone and I gasped, pain flaring down my back. One hand was clamped on my shoulder, firm but not quite cruel. The other was braced near my head like he was holding himself back from doing worse.His eyes—those always-calm, always-muted eyes—were no longer gray. They were silver fire. Glowing. Dangerous.His wolf was at the surface now. And it was furious.“Say that again,” he growled, voice low and trembling with barely leashed rage. “I dare you.”I didn’t move. I didn’t flinch.Because under the fury, I saw it.The hurt.The cracks in the perfect heir. The boy who wasn’t supposed to exist. The son raised in a home where he would never truly belong.His fury was inches from my face—hot, wild, trembling—but what held me still wasn’t fear.It was satisfaction.Because now, I saw everything.Sebastian’s silver eyes weren’t just glowing with rage. They were screaming. Not just at me, but at a world that never gave him the place he was trying so damn hard to fill.I could almo

Everyone went quiet. Tension hung in the air like a held breath—one wrong word and the whole hallway might explode.Alpha Hayden was the first to break it.“Marcus,” he said, tone sharp but calm. “My office. Now.”Marcus blinked, clearly still not recovered from the chaos he just walked into. His hand dropped from his head, eyes darting from his father… to Penelope… and then—me.Of course.He ran a hand down his face and sighed like he aged ten years in two seconds.“Yes, Alpha,” he muttered.And just like that, he was gone.Walking straight into whatever storm awaited him behind that office door.As the Alpha turned the corner, the Luna followed—graceful and poised—her maids trailing behind like obedient shadows. The hallway emptied quickly, leaving just two of us in the stillness.Penelope.And me.I dipped my head slightly. “With your permission, I’ll take my leave now—”“Wait.”Her voice was soft but firm enough to stop me mid-turn.I glanced back.She was watching me again—like s

I followed Marcus out—not because I was scared of losing my non-existent maid salary, but because I needed to know if he was serious about threatening to bankrupt an entire kitchen staff."Marcus," I called, pushing past the doorway and stepping into the hallway.He didn’t turn around.Instead, he stood frozen on the marble path, shoulders tense, gaze locked ahead like he’d seen something that knocked the air out of him.I followed his line of sight.Up ahead, in the east balcony framed by flowering ivy and golden sunlight, stood Alpha Hayden, Luna Seraphina, and Sebastian.They were smiling. Laughing, even.Hayden’s hand clapped gently against Sebastian’s back as Seraphina reached up to fix something on her son's collar. He leaned down slightly so she could. It was soft, intimate—familial.A perfect little portrait of a proud pack and its rising heir.My eyes shifted to Marcus.His posture hadn’t changed, but something in the air around him had. His energy was quieter now. Still. Lik