บททั้งหมดของ MATED TO THE ENEMY: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

I woke up to what was barely a sound. Still, it was Valora mumbling in her sleep. I sighed and pulled her closer, placing her hand on my chest, when I felt a sharp, searing pain. The rune breathed again, and I got her hand off my chest, but Valora’s mumbling got worse. I lowered my head to listen to what she was saying, but she was speaking in a language I didn’t know.I sat up. “Valora?”But it was as if she didn’t hear me, no matter how hard I shook her awake.I lifted her off me completely and tried to make her comfortable when she started thrashing around. Sheen of sweat formed on her skin, and her face contorted as if she were in distress. I didn’t know what else to do except maybe try to get help discreetly from a warlock. I immediately swung into action, getting her dressed in my clothes as her body got colder by the second.As I turned to walk to the door, I heard a rustling, as if the very ground I stood on were shaking. I turned to see Valora levitating, slowly ascending int

He fell deeply in love with her and abandoned his quest for revenge. Not wanting to start his new life with a lie, Ailak confessed his true identity to Siel, and she accepted him for who he was. Soon, they fathered a child together, a son named Rava. According to the books, life was good to Ailak, and he had forgotten all about his dead daughter, Rona and his first wife, Alina. Siel led him to finding peace, working in the fields as a shepherd and a healer deep in the mountains, where he thought he couldn’t be found. But news of his healing powers reached the ears of the people who knew it was Ailak and wanted him dead at all costs because no one should possess that much power, the powers of each realm.They hunted him, and soon enough, they found him, or rather, they found his wife, Siel, because Ailak had taken his son Rava sheep herding. Siel fought bravely to defend her home and her husband’s honor, but in a fit of blind rage, a spear struck her, killing her. Ailak returned from

Not once in my life had I ever openly and willingly admitted to fear. It wasn’t in my nature, or maybe because I had never encountered real fear before, not even the fear of death, I didn’t fear death. Fear shouldn’t exist for Liand Draven’s son, but here I was trembling at the mere thought that there was something else living inside me.He stared at my chest. The rune shifted under my skin, just a slight ripple, but enough to make Kiyan slap a hand over his mouth like he might scream.“That’s what it does,” I said quietly. “Anything that tries to hurt me turns to dust. Zig was sparring with me today, and his weapon was weighted so much, it almost crushed him. Anything that gets too close either disintegrates or it burns me from the inside. I’m a walking curse, Kiyan.”Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.He dragged both hands through his hair. “How did you get that thing? When did it appear?”I opened my mouth.The truth sat on my tongue like acid:The second I kissed

My skin buzzed with an electric current that ran from the tip of my fingers to the end of my toes, my heart raced, and my entire body screamed yes while my mind whispered no, No, no, no—He broke away first, almost as though he could hear my thoughts, stepping back like he’d been burned.“Try it on me,” he said roughly, trying to regulate his breathing.His voice wasn’t steady.Neither was my sanity.I tried it once, twice, ten times.He blocked me effortlessly each time until suddenly he didn’t.On my eleventh try, I managed to twist his arm, leverage his balance, and pin him by the throat against the wall, mirroring the exact position he’d put me in.For one suspended heartbeat, I was proud. Proud that there was a fighting chance, that there was hope I could one day beat him.Then I realized where his hands were.On my waist.They were firm, possessive, hot enough to sear through fabric and skin and bone.He stared down at me like he had never seen me before, like I was something i

“Hi”, she said, carefully approaching me with that hungry look. Her gaze was firmly placed on the barely there boner that rocked my towel.I smiled, trying to cover up my irritation. “Valora. Hey!”“Aklan,” she said, with that soft, breathy voice she always used when she wanted something. “Why have you been avoiding me since the other night?”Avoiding her. Right. It could only count as avoidance if she ever came to mind in the time we hadn’t spoken, so no, I wasn’t avoiding her; she just simply stopped existing in my subconscious.I grabbed a towel and wiped my face, giving myself a few seconds before I answered. If she knew how close I was to ripping the walls down with my bare hands just from trying not to think about Rosalind, she’d probably choke on her own spiteful laughter.“I haven’t been avoiding you,” I said, keeping my tone even. “I’ve just been taking some time to clear my head.”Her brows pulled together, not convinced. She moved closer, each step slow, deliberate—like a