Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Enemy, His Curse: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

ArielleThe pack broke apart like smoke in the wind, but their silence lingered long after their bodies vanished into the trees. It was not the silence of surrender. It was the silence of wolves who carried questions back into the dark, who would weigh them in whispers until morning.Lucian’s fire dimmed slowly, violet sparks fading until only the faint thrum of the bond remained between us. His grip on my hand stayed firm. Grounding. Fierce. He was a wall against the storm, and yet… his heart still beat like a war drum beneath the surface.“You shouldn’t have spoken,” he said at last, his voice low, sharp at the edges. Not anger—never that—but the strain of a man who knew every word tonight had changed everything.I tilted my chin, letting silver whisper across my skin. “And let them believe I was nothing but your weakness?” I asked. “No. They needed to see I’m not afraid of them.”He turned to me, violet still glowing faint in his eyes. “I’m not afraid of them either. But you saw Da

ArielleSilence pressed in around us, broken only by the ragged rhythm of our breaths. The bond still shimmered bright and wild, every pulse a reminder of what we had just done—what we had become.I couldn’t tell where my body ended and Lucian’s began. His fire still burned through me, steady now, no longer a raging inferno but a low, protective ember. My silver coiled possessively around it, refusing to let go.I had never felt so whole.I had never felt so terrified.Lucian’s hand brushed over my thigh, gentle in a way that made my chest ache. His forehead rested against mine, his violet eyes softened but unyielding. “You feel it now,” he murmured. “Don’t deny it.”I swallowed, my throat raw, words tangled with too many truths. “I feel everything. Too much.”His thumb stroked my cheek, and the fire in his eyes dimmed to something almost tender. “Good. You should. The bond is meant to consume. To forge.” His lips brushed mine in a fleeting kiss, a contrast to the storm we’d unleashed

ArielleThe silence after was different. Not the fragile hush of hesitation, not the shiver of doubt—it was heavy, complete, as if even the walls knew what we had done, what we had become.Lucian’s fire still licked faint against my skin, no longer a blaze but a steady burn, marking me as his. My silver curled in answer, content, sated, yet restless beneath the surface like it wanted to weave itself into him forever.I should have been afraid. Of what this meant. Of what we had unleashed. Of what the bond would demand tomorrow, and the day after, and every day until the end.But fear was a faint echo compared to the weight of his arm around me, the slow drag of his thumb along my bare shoulder.“You’re quiet,” he murmured. His voice was raw, still edged with the growl of possession, but softer now, like it only belonged to me.“I’m thinking,” I said.He huffed a laugh against my hair, though it was sharp, humorless. “Dangerous.”I tilted my head to look at him. The firelight made his

ArielleThe clearing fractured all at once.Howls split the night like blades, wolves surging forward only to halt at the invisible line the witches had carved into the dirt. The silver dust barrier shimmered, pulsing with magic that pressed cold against my skin even from here. Every breath came thin, sharp with tension.Lucian’s fire burned hot at my side, refusing to dim, daring any of them—wolf or witch—to move closer. His grip on my hand was iron, his body a wall between me and the judgment bearing down from every direction.But my silver wouldn’t hide. It spilled from me in restless waves, sparking against his fire, weaving through it until the clearing itself pulsed with our bond. I could feel every eye locked on us, every heartbeat stuttering with unease.Dane’s voice cut through the uproar, deep and commanding. “You all feel it. This is not strength—it is chaos.” He pointed at me, his arm rigid as a spear. “She is a threat to everything we stand for. If Lucian cannot see it, t

The clearing was no longer a battlefield—it was a graveyard of loyalty.Bodies collided in a blur of fur and fang, the ground shaking with the impact of wolves tearing into their own blood. Snarls split the smoke-thick air, guttural and raw, echoing the sound of a pack unraveling at the seams. Magic cracked like a whip—wards flaring, collapsing, shattering under the weight of power too wild to be contained.Lucian’s fire roared higher, a shield and a weapon both, burning arcs into the soil as he forced back three wolves who had chosen Dane. His body moved with deadly precision, every strike a warning, every step a declaration that he would not yield.And still, Dane met him head-on.He shifted mid-leap, fur exploding from his skin, golden eyes burning brighter than the flames themselves. His claws raked across Lucian’s arm, drawing blood that hissed against the fire. His growl was not just rage—it was command. Wolves followed him like shadows, their loyalty carved into them by years o