All Chapters of Alpha Enemy, Lover Mine: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“You’re being quiet,” Marcus said, arms folded behind his head as he leaned back on the velvet couch like he owned the moon. “Which either means you’re plotting something... or thinking about kissing me again.”I looked up from the book I wasn’t actually reading.“That’s a very self-centered assumption.”He smirked. “Yeah, well. I’ve been told I have a certain charm.”I hummed noncommittally and flipped a page.The truth was, I was waiting for him to bring it up. He would. He always did when he couldn’t hold a secret for longer than a few hours.And right on cue—“So... hypothetical question,” he began, suddenly more casual. “Let’s say your super uptight older brother has a locked drawer in his private office that definitely screams I’m hiding something important…”I slowly turned the page.“…and let’s say someone, I don’t know, sneaks in late at night and maybe catches him being all suspicious and locking said drawer before rushing out like he’s hiding a second life…”“Mmhmm,” I repl

Colin’s words hit me like a cold slap.“After all… after how many years… thousands,” he said slowly, as if tasting each syllable, “you’re still into him?”My jaw twitched involuntarily. I clenched my teeth, fighting the sudden surge of anger curling inside my chest like a coiled snake ready to strike.How dare he?Colin didn’t hesitate. He pulled the trigger with words sharper than any blade.“You never really left him, did you? Carlos—the man who shattered your world, who betrayed your family, who burned everything you loved to the ground.”The name sliced through me, dredging up memories I’d tried so hard to lock away—Carlos’s cold smile, the venom behind his promises, the way he twisted trust into chains.I wanted to scream. To tell Colin he didn’t know a damn thing about what I’d endured. About how that man had stolen pieces of me, and how the fire he lit still burned in my veins.But instead, I stayed silent.Because in the pit of my gut, where I kept the rawest parts of my pain,

The forest was a cathedral of green and gold. Shafts of sunlight spilled through the thick canopy overhead, illuminating patches of moss and fallen leaves that rustled under Laura’s every step. Her boots were muddied, her braid loosening with the breeze, but she walked with a grace that made the wild seem like her stage. If she were nervous, she didn’t show it. Her expression was steady, eyes sharp as a blade—refined and alert, despite the fact that she was now, unmistakably, alone.“Colin,” she called again, quieter this time. The echo died between the trees. Gone. Just like that.They’d been sent to scout the northern trail that edged the border between the Lavigne and Solmere Pack territories—a diplomatic gesture, her father said. A test of trust, she suspected. One they were failing. Badly.She adjusted the straps of her satchel and took a measured breath, scanning the twisted path ahead.Then a twig snapped.Not behind her. Not near her.Above.Before she could look up, something

"Oh, look who's here."The voice was teasing, light—but it cut clean through the cold silence of the woods.Laura froze.Slowly, she lifted her head and followed the sound upward. There, lounging lazily across the low branch of a pine tree, was a boy with dark tousled hair and eyes that gleamed like the stars peeking through the forest canopy. Carlos Solmere. Arms folded behind his head, legs dangling, looking completely at ease—as if this forest was his home and the night itself had come to amuse him.She wiped the tears on her sleeve quickly, straightening. She didn’t want to look fragile. Not in front of anyone. Especially not him.She wiped the tears on her sleeve quickly, straightening. She didn’t want to look fragile. Not in front of anyone. Especially not him."What are you doing here?" she asked, voice calm. Cold, even.Carlos tilted his head and grinned. "I could ask you the same thing, my lady. Wandering in the middle of the night, all alone? You’re lucky I’m the one who fou

The manor’s halls had fallen into a tense silence by the time they returned. Moonlight spilled through the high windows like silver knives, too cold, too sharp. And yet, even that couldn’t prepare the household for what happened next.Luna Valencia was already waiting in the entrance hall. Dressed in midnight-blue robes with her long hair braided like a crown, she stood still—unnervingly still—her expression unreadable. The moment she saw Laura step through the doors behind her mate, something shifted in her eyes.Anger. Disappointment. And something darker.The kind that no one dared name.Gasps filled the grand hallway. The maids who had been lingering nearby scattered. Guards stood frozen. No one moved.Except for Levi.“Mother!” he shouted, his voice echoing louder than the slap that had just split the air. He rushed forward, stepping between his little sister and the woman who had delivered the blow.Laura didn’t raise her head.Her cheek stung. Her ears rang. But it was the look