Todos los capítulos de Alpha Enemy, Lover Mine: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The night was silent.The moon hung high, pale and merciless, as Laura stood at the edge of the forest.In front of her, the old tree rose tall and twisted — the same tree where she and Carlos had once met in the dead of night. Where stolen glances turned to touches. Where promises, foolish and fragile, had once been whispered between them.Now, it was nothing but a monument to her mistakes.She gripped the gas canister tight. Without a word, she tilted it forward.The liquid splashed over the roots, soaked the bark, dripped down into the soil.The sharp scent filled the air.When the can was empty, she let it fall at her feet.Her jaw was clenched so hard it hurt.She reached into her coat and pulled out a single match.For a moment, she stared at it — at that tiny spark of fire waiting to happen.Her chest rose and fell once.Twice.Then she struck it.The flame flared to life, small but fierce, reflected in her cold, vengeful eyes.Laura stepped closer to the tree.“Once,” she murm

This is as far back as I can go in my memories.It hurts so much—half of your life spent mourning the past, only to see the reason for your grief come back to life again.They reincarnated as if nothing happened. As if they hadn’t done the greatest damage to my very existence.Carlos is meant for me, but I am not meant for him.Bethany is.Bethany is meant for Carlos. Carlos is meant for Bethany.The rain fell in heavy sheets, drenching me to the bone, but I didn’t move. I stood outside the window, water tracing cold paths down my skin as I watched them—Bethany and Carlos—inside their warm, glowing home.He held her from behind, arms wrapped around her waist as she stirred the pot on the stove. Their movements were slow, intimate, like a dance only they knew the steps to. The soft music drifting from a forgotten radio filled the room, wrapping around them like a delicate spell.My chest tightened, a dull ache spreading through my ribs. I remembered the way his hands used to hold me li

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as we stepped into the convenience store, the warmth inside a stark contrast to the cold rain we’d just escaped. Sebastian had already grabbed a few clothes—dry shirts, pants, even a jacket for me—while I stood frozen, still wrapped in a damp mess of soaked fabric and heavy thoughts.I tugged at the sleeves of the clean shirt he handed me, my fingers trembling slightly. The fabric felt strange against my skin—not just because it was dry, but because it was a reminder of everything that had happened. Of how I’d fallen apart earlier, in front of him.How had I not realized sooner?I’d crashed harder than I had in years—sobbing like a child, raw and broken—and the worst part was, Sebastian had been the one there to see it all. The silent witness to my unraveling.Regret twisted in my chest like a knife.What the hell was I thinking?I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He looked calm—almost too calm—picking out clothes with that usual quiet

Marcus adjusted the lapels of his tux, tilting his head left and right as he studied his reflection in the mirror. The fabric caught the light perfectly, and the smug grin stretching across his face only grew wider.“Marcus,” he said to himself, his voice dripping with mock admiration, “you are so damn handsome. Honestly, it’s a crime. They should fine you for looking this good.”He smoothed back his hair, then leaned closer, winking at his reflection. “No wonder they can’t resist you. If I were me, I’d date me too.”He turned slightly, checking his profile, and gave himself a dramatic finger-gun gesture. “Future Alpha material, right here. Sebastian might have the boring stoic act down, but I? I’ve got charisma. I’ve got style. I’ve got—” He paused, flexing one arm just to admire the shape. “—perfection.”From the corner of the room, Howard, his Beta—leaning against the doorframe—groaned loudly. “Moon save us. If you stare at yourself any harder, you’re gonna leave bite marks on the

Marcus dragged himself up the stone steps of the pack house, damp from the night air and exhausted from searching every inch of the territory. His heart still hammered in his chest, but it wasn’t from running—it was from not finding her.And then he saw them.His parents.Waiting at the gate like a tribunal. His father stood with his hands clasped behind his back, expression cold and unreadable. His mother’s arms were folded tight, disappointment radiating off her like a second moon. Sebastian leaned casually against a pillar, looking bored out of his mind, while Penelope—of course—wore the smuggest grin in existence.“Marcus,” his mother snapped first, her voice sharp enough to cut. “What the hell were you thinking?!”Penelope stepped forward, heels clicking like she owned the place, and glared at him. “You just stormed out of the pack’s anniversary ceremony like a child throwing a tantrum. Do you even realize how embarrassing—”Marcus didn’t even look at her. “Not now, Penelope.”He