Semua Bab Alpha Enemy, Lover Mine: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Their faces were barely inches apart. His hands had braced themselves on either side of her head, his breath warm against her cheek. Her heart was pounding—no, slamming—in her chest.Laura didn’t breathe. Couldn’t.Neither did he.The moment stretched—taut and loaded—like the silence before a storm.She stared into his eyes, dark and unreadable in the shadows. And he stared right back, searching for something in her expression. Something that wasn’t just fear or shock.Something real.And maybe he found it. Because he didn’t move.Didn’t smirk.Didn’t speak.He just looked at her—like she wasn’t the Alpha’s daughter. Like she wasn’t the girl who’d been sheltered, judged, trained like a soldier in silks.Just… her.Just Laura.And for a moment, she didn’t push him away.She didn’t yell.She didn’t remember the warnings or the rules or the hundreds of reasons this was dangerous.All she could think was:Why does this feel like it’s already too late?—Carlos was now sitting comfortably

“I—It’s not what you think,” she said, standing straighter, willing herself not to crumble. “He hasn’t hurt me. He’s not—”“He’s the Alpha’s son, Laura,” Levi snapped, his control slipping. “From that pack. The one Father barely tolerates. The one Mother would declare war on if she could. Do you even understand what this could mean?”Laura stepped back, chin lifting despite the way her stomach was twisting. “You think I don’t know? You think I don’t carry the weight of every single expectation already pressing down on me every day?”“I don’t care about expectations,” Levi hissed. “I care about you.”That silenced her.Levi rarely spoke like that. Rarely broke the older-brother mask he wore like armor. But right now, he looked less like a soldier and more like someone afraid. Afraid for her.Laura swallowed. “He’s not the enemy.”“He will be,” Levi said bitterly. “One day, when the alliances shift, when his father decides our land is worth claiming. And where will you be then? Standing

The trees were alive with movement. Twigs snapping, leaves rustling, claws scraping against the bark. The moonlight filtered through the canopy in slivers, painting silver paths across the forest floor.It was the monthly hunt—a test of speed, strategy, and strength. Every warrior, every trainee, was expected to participate. And Laura, once again, was under every eye.Especially hers.Helda.Laura's wolf padded low through the underbrush, tracking the scent of the marked prey—a swift, enchanted deer with a golden ribbon tied to one antler. It zigzagged through the forest, challenging every sense a wolf possessed.Laura had been trailing it for the last ten minutes, silently gaining ground, her movements precise. Focused.Until the rustling behind her grew louder.Helda.Of course.“Careful, princess,” Helda’s voice called through the mind-link, thick with mockery. “Don’t want to trip over your pretty paws.”Laura didn’t respond. She couldn’t afford to. The prey was close now—she could

She didn’t remember deciding to follow him.One moment, Laura was back in her room, trembling with anger—at him, at herself, at everything. And the next… her bare feet were brushing through the dewy grass, her cloak barely fastened around her shoulders, the woods unfolding before her in silence.She didn’t call out his name.Didn’t ask him to stop.She just followed.Like her feet knew the path before her mind could stop them.Moonlight filtered through the trees like melted silver, dappling the trail ahead. And then—there he was.Carlos.He walked slowly. Shoulders tense. Hands shoved into his pockets like he didn’t know what else to do with them. Like he was keeping himself from breaking something—or falling apart.Laura stepped faster. The cold nipped at her ankles. Her chest ached. Her breath caught.And then she reached him.Her arms slid around his torso from behind, her cheek pressed against his back. Her fingers curled in the fabric of his coat.She said nothing.And neither d

The forest was quiet again.Moonlight filtered through the high canopy like silver silk, painting ghost-light over the leaves and moss. The air was still, heavy, as if holding its breath for her.Laura moved through it like a shadow.She didn’t remember how she got there — not really.Only that her feet kept moving. That her chest felt hollow. That no matter how tightly she wrapped her arms around herself, she couldn’t stop shaking.And then she saw him.Carlos was leaning against the tree, back turned, arms folded. He hadn’t noticed her yet — or maybe he had and said nothing. He often did that. Quiet when it mattered. Loud when it hurt.Laura didn’t stop walking.She didn’t say a word.She just reached him — and threw her arms around him.Tight.Desperate.Carlos stiffened.Caught off guard.Her face buried into his chest, her grip clinging like she was afraid he’d disappear.He stood frozen for only a breath.Then his arms wrapped around her — fast and fierce, one hand gripping the