All Chapters of Alpha Enemy, Lover Mine: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I was wiping the windows again. Third time today.Completely unnecessary, but no one questioned it.Footsteps echoed behind me—loud, uneven, too familiar.“Raine,” Marcus called out, half-jogging toward me. “You’ve cleaned that window like five times. Are you trying to make it see into the future or something?”I kept my tone level. “It had streaks, young master.”“Streaks?” He leaned in beside me, squinting at the glass. “Where?”I pointed vaguely. “There.”He stared. There was nothing there.“Well, it’s invisible now. Congratulations.”I stepped back. “If that’ll be all, I’ll return to the laundry.”And before he could say anything else, I turned and walked away.—The dining hall buzzed with chatter. I placed Marcus’s tray on the long table and turned before he could reach his seat.“Wait—Raine,” he said, voice just loud enough to catch. “You didn’t even try to smuggle extra bacon today. Are you mad at me?”I gave a small bow. “Not at all, young master. The kitchen was strict with

I stormed down the hallway, boots thudding against the polished floor like a drum announcing my arrival.“Beta Arden!” I called out, voice sharp enough to slice through the quiet.My mind was still stuck on what I saw earlier—Sebastian casually handing Raine some fancy hand cream like he was the big protector or something. Seriously? Since when did Sebastian start playing nurse? Spotting Beta Arden up ahead, I marched over, crossing my arms with that perfect mix of annoyance and entitlement.“Where the heck is the healer?” I snapped, voice dripping with impatience. He looked at me, eyebrow raised, clearly unimpressed by my tone. “And why exactly are you looking for the healer, Young Master?”I huffed, trying to sound annoyed but secretly embarrassed. How did I miss something so obvious? How the hell did Sebastian notice Raine’s hands before I did?“I need her to make me a hand cream…”“The one that the Young Alpha asked her to make too?”My brows furrowed. “No! Something more effect

The sparring ring was silent, save for the sharp smack of feet against dirt and the occasional hiss of breath.Sebastian’s movements were tighter than usual. Controlled, yes, but laced with something else.Frustration.I felt it in the way he came at me—sharper angles, heavier blows, less of the usual calm calculation he wore like a crown.I blocked one of his swings and pivoted out of range, watching him closely.His jaw was tense.Good.“Did I do something to annoy you, Young Alpha?” I asked, breath steady as I adjusted my stance. “You’re more... expressive today.”He didn’t answer. Just lunged again.I dodged, just enough that he missed me by inches.The sparring room was quiet. No footsteps. No warriors. Just the sound of our breathing, heavy and sharp, echoing off the walls.I shifted my weight onto my back foot and raised my hands. “You’re stiffer than normal.”“Maybe I have more to think about than usual,” he replied, low and even.He didn’t give me a warning before coming at m

The mop bucket clunked loudly as it rolled across the marble floor, echoing through the hallway like it was trying to make a point. I glanced around, brows tugging slightly at the unusually high energy in the air.Maids were darting left and right, arms full of linens and silverware, their faces red with effort but oddly… excited?I blinked.Excitement didn’t belong here. Not in these halls, not in their tired eyes. So why were they practically humming?I stepped aside as two younger girls hurried past, one of them nearly tripping over her own feet while laughing breathlessly.“What is going on?” I muttered, dusting my hands on my apron before turning to the nearest maid with a half-arched brow. “Why is everyone acting like this is some kind of festival?”She didn’t stop wiping the already-shining glass panel in front of her, but gave me a grin over her shoulder. “Haven’t you heard, Raine? The Eldridge Pack’s anniversary is in four days. It’s huge.”I blinked once. “Anniversary?”“Yep

The first one lunged.I ducked low, twisted, and slammed my elbow into his ribs hard enough to hear something crack. He hissed, baring those razor fangs, already healing—but slower than usual. Hungry.Good.The second came from behind. I caught his wrist before his claws reached my back and used his momentum to flip him over my shoulder, letting him crash into the damp forest floor.Two down.One more in the trees, waiting.They always sent scouts first. Starved ones. Easy to kill, easy to replace. Just distractions.I didn’t have time for distractions.And I didn’t have time for—“Raine!”His voice cracked through the night like a whip.Gods, no.I spun just in time to see Marcus burst through the trees—no backup, no weapons, just a half-buttoned coat and that look in his eyes.The one that made my stomach twist.“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, parrying a clawed swipe to my ribs. “Go back, Young Master!”He didn’t listen.Of course he didn’t listen.He dove forward, ca