All Chapters of MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Operation ShadowfallThe mountain pass lay shrouded in pre-dawn mist while Captain Thorne moved silently through positions his own men had taken weeks earlier. His personal familiarity with Kael's defenses on the supply trails made him indispensable for the coordinated efforts to be thrown to break what resistance existed without a monstrous amount of bloodshed."Three-minute guard change," he panted over the communications crystal that linked him with strike teams deployed down the mountain range. "Sentry posts alpha and delta will be blinded briefly to the eastern route."Princess Lyra's voice came back over the comms, her empathic field monitoring targets' emotional states across multiple locations simultaneously. "Confirmed. The checkpoint seven guards are displaying fatigue patterns indicative of decreasing vigilance. Window opening now."From his vantage point over the supply depot, Marcus watched an intelligence play out as enemy sentries cycled through their post with clockwor

The Siege of the Castle CommencesMarcus crested the ridge beyond Shadowheart Castle as the first light of dawn unfolded to reveal Marcus the fortress where Kael had taken his final stand. The ancient stronghold pushed from black granite cliffs like a monument to all that was so horribly amiss with alpha dominance unmoderated by wisdom or compassion. Its tainted spires pierced storm clouds that clung to the structure with macabre persistence.Under him, the warlord armies stretched down the valley floor in units that mapped each quadrant of the kingdom. Mountain clans and their massive alpha warriors stood alongside sea-to-shore selkies whose beta speed supported brute force. Former prisoners cut through ordinary soldiers, shared experiences binding old pack structures.The Winter Wolf's attuned senses detected something that froze him in recognition - a scent which does not belong in this place, on air which carried pine and winter gusts mixed with the heady lavender smell which had

The Torturer's DestinyMarcus descended to the dungeon depths of Shadowheart within the descending twilight as boulders hurled against the upper walls of the castle rattled dust from stones carved in the ceiling upon the castle's original construction centuries past. With every step, sent the air thickening, charged with the terror and agony which had permeated the stones.His amplified senses of alpha guided him through corridors where torches cast dancing shadows that transformed iron doors into mouths that had swallowed too many innocents. The solid feel of his sword provided anchoring to purpose that had taken him across kingdoms in pursuit of justice that only individual action could provide.The initial cell block was home to new detainees whose vacant eyes reflected fear cultivated with precise intensity through methods that broke spirits before bodies could even succumb. Marcus opened each door with keys pilfered from guards who had decided to yield instead of challenging alph

Desperation of the BrotherKael stood atop the tallest of the castle's towers as his darkened defenders ran from walls broken in ways conventional siege craft was not able. Through the high windows, he watched as his battalions lowered weapons as purple-eyed omega abilities reached into minds he had worked for months to warp into instruments that served his vision of complete domination.His fingers clenched on the communication crystal that connected him to other loyalist troops all over the kingdom, their ranks growing weaker as word leaked out of losses that had been impossible to imagine when greater alpha power was matched by omega vulnerability that tradition maintained couldn't withstand true power."Scorched earth," he commanded, his voice carried on magical waves to reach commanders who remained in positions of waiting for orders in regions where civilian populations had been counted as assets that might be expended for strategic profit.The responses were quick - the apologi

Civilian EvacuationCaptain Torres took cover behind the ruins of a market fountain while crossbow bolts detonated on stone overhead, the accuracy testifying to defenders who had shot from vantage points specifically to deter civilian movement through streets leading residential districts towards evacuation routes rebellion forces had created beyond siege lines.Behind him, forty-three civilians were pinned against the remains of a bakery shop wall, their aromas giving off the unique terror of omegas and children whose inherent frailty was being exploited by enemies who knew that psychological conflicts could be more effective than conventional war in demoralizing forces whose motivation was centered on protecting the innocent.A child's whimper cried out from the rubble three buildings away - sound that triggered every defendively altruistic impulse in Torres's beta instincts even as it gave away enemy positions to civilian life heretofore concealed behind prudent concealment now for