All Chapters of Her Enemy, His Curse: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The clearing detonated into war.Fur tore. Blood sprayed. Fire and silver ripped through the night in streaks of impossible light. Wolves slammed into each other, brothers against brothers, their snarls cutting through the smoke like the sound of a pack dying in real time. The ground shook with the weight of bodies colliding, claws raking, teeth snapping down to bone.Lucian’s fire blazed hotter, a living inferno that carved open a circle around us. Wolves that dared rush through were swallowed whole, their howls cut short as flame devoured fur and flesh. He fought like fire itself—wild, merciless, consuming.But Dane was everywhere.Golden fur flashed through smoke and fire, his claws slashing across wolves loyal to Lucian, his jaws snapping through throats. He moved like he was born for this, every strike precise, every kill feeding his madness. His voice rolled like thunder, a command that rattled bones.“Stand with me! Tear down the false Alpha before the curse takes us all!”More

The treeline was quiet now, the crackle of dying fire and the scent of scorched earth the only witnesses to what had just happened. Dane crouched low, golden fur matted, blood streaked across his muzzle and claws, but his eyes burned brighter than ever. He wasn’t beaten—far from it. He had survived, and more importantly, he had seen.Every flash of silver, every surge Arielle had unleashed—it was a glimpse of her raw potential. And he’d tasted it. Just a fraction, and it had left a mark inside him, igniting something he had always known was there: the knowledge that she was more than a weapon to the pack—she was a force of nature that could be bent, if he was cunning enough.Around him, the remaining loyalists slunk through the underbrush, wounded, battered, their trust in him solidified by survival. Some trembled, but none faltered in their devotion. He raised a hand, golden eyes catching the faint moonlight.“Quiet,” he rasped. “We survived because I didn’t let you die. We’ll surviv

ArielleThe fire in the hearth burned low, the smoke stinging my lungs in ways the storm had not. I stood in the center of the council chamber, shoulders squared though my body still ached, every bruise and torn muscle screaming at me to sit. But I wouldn’t—not here, not in front of them.They had gathered in silence. Elders with silver in their hair, warriors with bandaged arms and split brows, scouts who smelled of dirt and blood. They didn’t look at me the way they looked at Lucian. Their gazes lingered longer, wary, edged with something sharp.Fear.The word cut through me like glass.I had expected gratitude. Respect, maybe. Not this. Not the silence that wrapped tighter with every second I stood there.Lucian shifted at my side, a quiet presence, his eyes scanning the room, daring anyone to speak first.It was one of the elders who finally did. His voice was rough, like gravel. “We saw what you unleashed.”The words were not accusation—not yet—but they weren’t trust, either.My

ArielleThe horn stopped after the third call.It left the courtyard in a silence more suffocating than noise, every warrior’s breath visible in the frost, every hand tight on a weapon. The firelight flickered against armor and steel, painting shadows that looked too much like shapes moving in the night.But no attack came. Not yet.Lucian’s orders shifted from battle-readiness to waiting. Scouts slipped beyond the walls, fading into the darkness with only the crunch of snow to mark their passage. Those left behind held their breath as if the sound alone might summon Dane.I hated waiting.The silver stirred restlessly in my veins, a low pulse against my skin, whispering to be used. It felt him, too—I was sure of it. Like a storm scenting the air before the first strike of lightning.Lucian stayed near, his presence steady even as his eyes tracked every shadow. When he finally spoke, it was in a voice low enough only I could hear.“He’s testing us. Waiting to see if we’ll break before

ArielleThe first light of dawn bled across the horizon, cold and sharp, painting the courtyard in gray and silver. Shadows clung to the walls like dark memories, reluctant to let go, but the chill didn’t touch the fire coiling in my veins.I flexed my hands, feeling the silver hum beneath my skin, no longer a restless, raging tide but a sharpened blade waiting for a strike. Lucian’s presence at my side was a tether, steadying and familiar, and yet… my pulse thrummed for him and against him all at once. He didn’t need to speak. I could feel the promise in the set of his shoulders, the weight of his calm readiness pressing into mine.From the trees, movement stirred. A ripple of shapes, low and predatory. Dane’s pack. Their growls and snarls rolled across the courtyard, testing, probing, hungry.I closed my eyes, letting the sound settle like a stone in my chest. Not yet. Not until the right moment.Lucian leaned closer, his breath brushing the side of my neck. “Remember,” he murmured,