All Chapters of MATED TO MY BROTHER'S ENEMY : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Kael's Nuclear OptionKael descended into Shadowheart's lowest foundation levels where stone, long ago, had been carved with binding circles which his corrupted alpha senses could perceive but not comprehend, their purpose having been meant by masters whose expertise in supernatural containment had included protections against precisely the kind of power he had tapped into using bargains which had demanded necessary humanity as cost.Behind him, the remnants of his augmented guard walked with coordination superior to individual consciousness, their pack bonds stripped and substituted with hive-mind contact employed for ill in place of natural ones that could have provided some resilience to spiritual corruption.The center of the room held a crystalline structure that radiated with power that made the air surrounding it thicken with the potential for destruction that could consume not just the castle but lands hundreds of miles in every direction if containment devices were intentiona

The Omega's SacrificeLyra went through the front gates of the castle while countdown crystals over foundation chambers burned red with thirty-seven minutes left before detonation would shatter containment systems and release magical cataclysm across realms that held more innocent lives than the life of any single person could even begin to be worth.Her hands remained empty of guns as corrupted guards surrounded her route, their enhanced senses detecting omega submission that their hive-mind strategy interpreted as victory over resistance that had opposed their master's vision of pure domination by way of strength that shattered natural pack bond boundaries."I surrender," she stated, shouting across the courtyard in which other soldiers stood with rifles pointed at areas from which rebellion saboteurs might launch rescue operations which would lead to instant killing of hostages whose empathic abilities were being smothered through proximity to corruption.The entry echoed across en

The Last TrapKael stood at the middle of the binding chamber as runes on foundation stones began to radiate power symbolizing response to proximity of legitimate omega royal blood, magical systems recognizing Lyra's constitutional abilities despite his corruption eliminating any right of activation that required natural pack bond linkage over artificial enhancement.The chamber walls held crystalline forms that were aligned to deliver supernatural energy through controlled release, but distributed explosive charges throughout the structure would translate defensive magic to force potent enough to devour half of the kingdom in the event that containment failed through sabotage rather than proper activation."Altar bound prepared," announced Roderick Blackfang, his alpha pheromone tainted with corruption that had accreted over weeks of careful planning for ritual that would either seal permanent dominance over omega empathic abilities or erase the threat they posed to amplified authori

Brother's MadnessKael stalked the edges of the binding chamber as the old runes still responded to Lyra's presence with activation sequences his tainted alpha senses couldn't control, his movements becoming more frantic as the magic systems rejected his attempts to bypass guard charms through augmentation that had been designed to dominate rather than collaborate with ancient power.His fingers shredded his own face as consciousness that had been breaking down for months finally began to break down under the load of corruption that was consuming identity while sparing only the abilities that were expedient for evil purposes rather than natural alpha impulses that would have provided immunity to spiritual contagion."Mine," he snarled, his voice loaded with harmonics that were part of something that had never been human, the sound echoing off chamber walls that had been excavated to contain exactly the kind of power he'd become in bargains whose actual cost was only now being shown as

Mass DefectionCommander Blackthorne stood in the middle courtyard of the castle as his alpha senses, augmented by technology, detected something that made corruption shudder in his head - the smell of pine and winter storm that had haunted his nightmares since the day Marcus Thornfield's pack had been slaughtered mercilessly during negotiations that were intended to establish peaceful relations between territorial packs.Through portals to the binding rooms, Lyra's lavender omega smell was ever stronger as empathic perception permeated the fortress with cleansing which was systematically disintegrating suppression fields meant to maintain hive-mind dominance over natural pack bond awareness reasserting itself despite artificial enhancement."Ambiguous commands," the Lieutenant Voss had to report, beta tactical schooling conflicting with empathic intervention reclaiming personal conscience as corruption fought to uphold collective coordination that had substituted personal initiative