All Chapters of Bound to The Enemy of My Mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The night was an abyss of silent dread. As Kael kept his vigil, praying for a sign of life, Elira’s consciousness retreated from the searing pain of the present, seeking refuge in the past. It led her to the sun-drenched stones of the Royal Academy, to the beginning of the war between them.She was sixteen, a shadow in the bustling halls. Her half-brother, Alvero, was the sun around which her father’s ambitions orbited—loud, prideful, and desperately trailing behind Princess Ilyana and Kael Rennar like an eager puppy.Anyone with eyes could see the polite indifference Ilyana and Kael showed him. But Elira was the secret daughter, the polished tool honed in the shadows. Her father’s warning was a cage: “Stay low. Do not draw attention. It is embarrassment enough that I have a fool for a son. Do not become another.”Yet, a spark of defiance ignited. It fixated on Kael Rennar. He was not an object of affection, but a benchmark. She needed to test her rigorously trained skill against the b

The door clicked shut, and Thane pulled Elira into a tight embrace. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply, and then stiffened."He's all over you," he growled, his voice low and pained.Elira trembled. "I'm sorry, Thane. I didn't want—""I know," he cut her off, his voice softening by a fraction. He cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. "Let me help you forget."He kissed her. For a moment, she resisted, the ghost of another touch still haunting her, then she melted into him. It was a kiss of healing, of reclamation. A gentle warmth spread through her veins, and she felt a trickle of strength seep into her hollowed core. Her wolf, a dying ember, stirred and flared weakly back to life.But for Thane, the healing was a battle. The scent of Kael Rennar was a stain on his mate—a violation that made his stomach clench. His mind painted vicious pictures: the hunter’s hands, the same that had cut down his brother, touching her. He poured all his focus into the kiss, making

The night was a black canvas, pierced only by the cold light of the stars. Outside the Rennar mansion, Kael faced two groups of his men.“Your duty is the seal,” he told the first ten, his voice low and absolute. “No one enters. Nothing leaves. This house becomes a fortress. Understood?”A chorus of grim nods answered him. They were the lockdown team. He turned to the second group, fifteen elite guards led by Richard. Elira stood among them, a shadow in practical leathers, her face a mask of focused calm.“For everyone else,” Kael said, his gaze sweeping over them before lingering on her, “we move.”They were ghosts through the Cinderfell outskirts, their passage silent. The cold night air bit into the exposed skin of the figures moving like shadows along the Cinderfell cliffs. Kael led them, a dark silhouette against the star-dusted sky. Behind him were Elira, Richard, and fifteen of his most elite guards.The five scouts who had been watching the mine for days merged with them silent

The first shock was the cold. Icy water, seawater from the Cinderfell harbor, poured into the chamber, swirling around their ankles and then their knees in moments. The air exploded from their lungs in a collective gasp, replaced by a knife-sharp cold that seared their throats.Chaos erupted. Guards splashed, shouting, their voices echoing in a panicked din against the roaring water. The initial relief of Elira being alive was utterly erased by this new, more insidious threat.Then Thane moved.He didn't look at Kael or the guards. His eyes were only on the unconscious forms of the werewolf slaves, lying like broken dolls in the water that was already lapping at their faces. He lunged for the nearest one, a gaunt man with silvered hair, and hauled him up into a fireman's carry."Thane!" Elira cried, understanding dawning through her own terror.He met her eyes, his gaze fierce and urgent. "We can't leave them. They are my people."That was all it took. Elira's heart clenched. She slosh

The forest clearing was heavy with unspoken words. Thane stood with the small group of rescued werewolves behind him, their forms still weak but their eyes clear with a fragile hope. Elira faced him, her resolve a solid thing in her chest, pushing back the ache of another goodbye.“They will be safe,” Thane said, his voice low, for her alone. “I know a place, deep in the wilds, where the air is clean and men do not go.”From a few yards away, Kael watched, his arms crossed. His jaw was a hard line. He saw the logic in Thane’s protection, but all his soldier’s mind could scream was that they were letting vital witnesses, their only leverage, walk away. It felt like losing a battle before it even began. But the set of Elira’s shoulders told him any argument was futile. He stayed quiet, a storm of frustration in his eyes. He saw the easy way she trusted Thane, a trust he’d had to fight for.Elira’s resolve wavered for a second. The thought of Thane leaving made her chest ache. She wanted