All Chapters of MARRIED TO MY ENEMY’S BILLIONAIRE BROTHER: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The forest was alive with eyes. Yellow, predatory, calculating. The rogues circled me, snarling, their movements fluid, coordinated.I gripped the broken branch tighter, feeling the splinters dig into my palms. My muscles screamed, my lungs burned, but I refused to move backward. Not anymore.“Come on,” I hissed, my voice sharper than I realized, resonating in the cold night air. “I said, come closer.”The wolves paused. There was hesitation in their steps—a ripple of unease that hadn’t been there before. My heart thudded wildly, a strange warmth spreading through my chest, creeping down my arms and legs.I took a deep breath, grounding myself. Images of Damien and Ethan flashed through my mind—their hands on me, their possessive words, their desperate pleas.And then it hit me.Not their bonds. Not their power. Mine.A force I hadn’t acknowledged until now, buried under years of fear, manipulation, and control.I lifted my head, and the warmth flared into something tangible. A pulse

The forest stayed eerily silent after Clara’s words. The night wind carried only the scent of scorched earth and adrenaline, and still Damien couldn’t breathe. His chest rose and fell, his wolf clawing inside him, demanding he take her, shield her, own her again.But Clara was no longer the fragile girl standing behind him.She was standing against him.“Clara,” Damien said finally, his voice gravel low, eyes locked on hers. “You don’t know what you’re playing with. Power like that—it consumes. It destroys.”Clara’s jaw tightened. “Then let it try.”Ethan’s laugh broke the tension, sharp and dark. “Gods, Damien… do you hear her? You spent all this time trying to smother her fire, and now she’s burning brighter than either of us could have imagined.”Damien whipped toward him, eyes blazing. “This isn’t a joke. That power isn’t natural—it’s dangerous. For her. For all of us.”“And yet she controlled it,” Ethan shot back smoothly. His gaze slid to Clara, lingering with something softer t

The hall didn’t breathe. Every eye—wolf, elder, rival—was on Clara. On the girl who was supposed to be powerless, a shadow beside their Alpha. But now the shadow burned brighter than the chandeliers above. “Enough!” Elder Marcellus’s cane struck the marble floor. The sound split the air like a gunshot. His gray eyes narrowed, sharp as daggers. “What sorcery is this?” Damien stepped forward instantly, his grip on Clara tightening as though he could shield her with sheer force of will. “It’s nothing. She was startled. That’s all.” Lies. The crowd didn’t buy it. Clara felt the weight of their suspicion press against her chest like stones. Ethan’s voice slithered through the silence. “Oh, but it’s not nothing, is it?” He walked slowly, deliberately, toward the dais. His smile was dangerous, meant to peel the flesh from Damien’s pride. “You all felt it. You all saw. This isn’t a weak little human clinging to her Alpha for scraps. This is power. Power she didn’t get from you.” The

The city lights twinkled below the balcony, soft and distant, as if the world itself had paused, holding its breath for what was about to happen. Clara leaned against the railing, her cloak pulled tight around her shoulders, but it couldn’t hide the fire simmering beneath her skin. Every beat of her heart carried a pulse of energy she hadn’t fully dared to explore until tonight.Damien stood a few steps behind her, silent, his shadow long and heavy across the marble floor. The wind tugged at his coat, but it was nothing compared to the storm behind his eyes. He wanted to speak, to claim, to dominate—but he didn’t. Not yet.Ethan’s presence made the air thrum differently, a counterpoint to Damien’s tension. Leaning casually against the balcony frame, he smirked, eyes glinting with dangerous amusement. “Enjoying the view?” he asked softly, though his tone carried more challenge than charm.Clara didn’t turn to him. Instead, she closed her eyes, letting the night and the energy hum benea

The Great Hall of the pack was alive with movement, but Clara felt a strange calm as she entered. Every eye turned toward her—not in curiosity, but in calculation. The whispers started almost immediately, rippling through the crowd like a breeze stirring dry leaves. Damien and Ethan flanked her, silent, their presence like shields and flames combined. Both wolves coiled beneath their skins, sensing the energy Clara carried. But tonight, it wasn’t about them. It was about her. Elder Marcellus’s eyes narrowed as he approached, his cane tapping against the marble floor with deliberate, heavy beats. “Clara…” His voice was sharp, inquisitive, wary. “I hear you’ve… grown.” Clara straightened, her chin high, every ounce of confidence she had built in the training grounds radiating from her. “I have,” she replied calmly. “And I am not done yet.” Murmurs ran through the room. Wolves shifted, some stepping back, some leaning forward, trying to gauge just how much of her power was real—and