All Chapters of Her Enemy, His Curse: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lucian:The world shivered around me, though the wind was still.The symbols in my veins pulsed faintly, like some alien heartbeat synced to mine. Each throb echoed a whisper I couldn’t place. Not words, exactly—more like memory, or intent, or something ancient scraping at the edges of thought.Arielle’s hands didn’t leave my face. Her eyes, wide and frantic, searched mine as if she could pull the truth out with sheer will. “Lucian… tell me you can feel yourself.”I tried to answer. The sound stuck in my throat, broken, like swallowing broken glass. The pull from the black had left more than marks on my body. It had left… presence. Something lodged in the marrow of my bones, riding the pulse of my blood.Theron crouched a few steps back, tense. “What happened?” His voice was tight, dangerous. But he didn’t press. Not yet. He seemed to sense there was a limit to even his questions.Arielle’s threads flickered weakly, reaching toward me again, and I felt the faint tug of her power. It w

Lucian:The wind died entirely by the time we found cover.It wasn’t much—a hollow in the cliffside, just deep enough to keep the night from pressing too close—but even here, the air tasted wrong. Like it had been touched by the same thing that had taken root in me.Arielle didn’t let go. Not when we crossed the ridge, not when we stepped into the hollow, not even when she finally lowered herself to the ground. Her threads still wound around my wrists in loose coils, pulsing faintly with her heartbeat.She thought she was keeping me tethered.But deep down, I wasn’t sure if she was keeping me in… or keeping it out.The whispers returned the moment I sat, curling through my mind like smoke. They were hungrier now, sharper—less like vague impressions and more like commands disguised as temptation. She’s close. She’s yours. She wants this too.I pressed my hands to my head, shutting my eyes. “It’s… stronger now.”Her silver gaze locked on mine, unflinching. “Or you’re more aware of it. T

ArielleThe silence after was worse than the storm outside.Lucian’s chest still rose and fell against mine, his heartbeat pounding through the bond like it hadn’t decided if it belonged to him or me anymore. My threads clung to him, unwilling to release, shimmering faintly where they touched his cursed marks. I should’ve pulled them back. I should’ve severed the tie before it grew too tight.But I couldn’t.The entity was quiet. That scared me more than its hunger ever had.It wasn’t gone. I could feel it coiled inside him, low and waiting. Not raging, not writhing, but still. Watching.Like it had learned patience.Lucian finally pushed back, just enough to breathe his own air. His jaw was tight, his eyes shadowed, but his hand lingered at my hip like he didn’t trust himself to let go.“You feel it too,” he said, voice gravel and restraint.I nodded once. “It’s changing.”His eyes flicked to mine—silver fire meeting shadow. “No. We’re changing.”And that was the truth of it. The ent

Arielle:Snow stung my face, sharp and merciless. Every nerve still hummed from the blast, from the bond—silver and black sparking along my veins like twin storms fighting to own the same sky.I forced myself up, threads dragging me upright when my legs didn’t want to obey. Lucian was sprawled beside me, chest heaving, his marks still blazing faint through torn sleeves. Smoke curled from him. Not just smoke—something darker. Something that wanted to move on its own.“Lucian—” My voice broke. I pressed shaking hands to his face, searching his eyes. For a heartbeat, I found him. Just him. Blue, fierce, furious. Mine.Then the glow bled in again. Black threaded with silver. The entity staring out at me.Not yet. Not you.I tightened my hold, my threads weaving across his chest, anchoring. “Stay with me. Don’t let it dig in.”His breath rasped out, frost catching in the air between us. “I’m—” He stopped, choked, jaw locking. His hand snapped around my wrist like iron. “Arielle. If it gets

Arielle: The silence after the avalanche was heavier than the roar that birthed it. I dragged a breath into my lungs, the air sharp with ice, dust, and blood. The threads inside me trembled, tasting for movement in the dark. For shadows. For him. Nothing. Not yet. My hands shook as I pushed snow off Lucian’s chest. His marks glowed dim beneath torn fabric, each line etched deeper into his skin like fresh scars. The sight made my stomach turn. They were spreading. Crawling. Claiming. “Stay with me,” I whispered, more to myself than him. My threads laced into his pulse, thin and trembling, the bond burning so hot it left my veins raw. His eyes cracked open. Fire still swirled there—black, violet, endless. Not all his own. “You shouldn’t have pulled the mountain down,” he rasped. “And you shouldn’t have tried to burn it alone.” My throat caught on the words, sharp as glass. “If we keep fighting each other, he wins before we even strike.” Lucian’s jaw clenched, his curse sparkin