All Chapters of Mated to the Alpha’s Enemy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Selene’s POVI lay there, motionless on the bed, the morning lights filtering across the heavy curtains while the linen sheets tangled around my legs, my skin still humming with the ghost of his touch.One of his arms still gripped my waist, heavy and dangerous. The kind of danger that didn’t scare me anymore…but should have. Last night’s memories are still stuck to me like a permanent picture.The way Kaelen had touched me…Moon goddesses, his hands had memorized every inch of my body like he was starved of it for so many years and I was his salvation. His fingers were gripping my thighs, while his mouth had mapped my skin with devotion.Each kiss dragged me deeper into the kind of madness that made me forget my name. When he moved inside me, it wasn't just with force…it felt as if he needed to prove something like he wanted to claim all of me, my soul, my wounds.“You’re mine Selene. And I’ll never let go,” he whispered. His breath was warm against mine while he devoured every single

Selene’s POVMy hands still shake when I try to move them and every breath feels heavy, as if the air itself were trying to tell me something. Aeris sits near the door, playing with a fly across her shoulder. And even though she does not say a word her eyes flick to me sometimes, like she’s making sure that I’m still here with her. Kaelen isn’t here. He had accompanied us to this place to hide and went back to check the borders for any sign of Rael.He told me to rest and not to think about Rael coming to take me or Aeris away from him, but there’s no rest when your body feels like it’s being pulled apart from the inside. I press my palm to my chest right above where the bond has started burning me lately.The ache doesn’t stop. It’s not pain — it’s him.Rael.It starts as a faint ache under my skin, like a pulse that doesn’t belong to me. Then warmth spreads through my veins wrapping itself around my ribs and up to my throat.“It’s just your imagination…it’s not real,” I whisper to

Selene’s POVMorning crawls in slow, cruel light. The sheets around me are still tangled from the night before, holding the faint heat of Kaelen’s body. I should feel calm, maybe even safe—but instead, there’s a strange pulse beneath my skin, a slow, searing throb that builds with every breath.At first, I thought it was guilt. Maybe the weight of what we did, what I allowed myself to feel, is pressing down on me. But then the ache turns sharper—like a hot wire coiling through my veins.I roll onto my side and bite my lip to stop a cry. The air feels heavy. Kaelen’s scent lingers on the pillow, clean and wild, and just thinking of him makes the pain flare. It spreads from my chest to my shoulders, down my arms, until my whole body trembles.Something inside me snaps.My skin burns. I claw at the sheets, gasping.“Selene?” Kaelen’s voice cuts through the haze. He’s half-dressed, standing by the window. The moment his eyes meet mine, the pain doubles. It’s as if his very presence feeds

Kaelen’s POVThe council room smells of smoke and iron. Maps stretch across the long oak table, marked with stones and ink lines that trace the borders of our land. Every mark is a warning, every report darker than the last.Thorne leans forward, his voice low but edged. “They’re moving too fast. No pack travels this distance in a night, not even with fresh wolves. Someone or something is clearing their path.”I drag a hand through my hair, staring at the map. “How many miles out?”“Less than twenty.”A muscle jumps in my jaw. Twenty miles. Too close. Too damn close. “They hit three territories and left no survivors,” Thorne adds. “Not even the elders.”The room falls silent. Only the crackle of the fire answers him.I look up, meeting the eyes of my council — warriors who’ve fought beside me for years, men and women who would die before letting our pack fall. Yet tonight, I see fear in them. Not the kind that weakens, but the kind that comes when you realize you’re standing on the e

Kaelen’s POVThe scent of blood hits me before I reach the door. It’s faint at first, carried on by the night wind, metallic, sharp, and wrong all at once. Every instinct in me goes still. Then, with the next breath I take, it fills me, and I know.Selene.I don’t remember crossing the yard or shoving open the healer’s door. One moment I’m outside, the next I’m inside the hut, the world nothing but a blur of movement and panic.She’s there on the bed — pale, trembling, her hair damp against her face. The healer’s hands are already moving fast, pressing herbs to her wrists, muttering words I can’t hear. Aeris kneels beside her, holding a bowl of water that’s gone red.For one heartbeat, I can’t move. My chest feels tight, too full of something raw and heavy.Then I’m at her side. “What happened?”The healer looks up, her eyes shadowed. “The bond is eating through her veins. I’ve slowed the bleeding, but—”“Don’t say but,” I snap, my voice breaking before I can stop it.Selene’s eyes fl