All Chapters of His Mate, His Enemy: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LUCIEN’S POV Marcus’s words still echo in my mind as I stand alone in my private study, staring out at the darkened forest beyond the tall windows.Eira.The name alone is enough to sour the air in my lungs.The banished priestess.A woman my father personally drove from these lands.A woman who dealt in things that should have remained buried, old magic, forbidden rites, truths that came with consequences most were too weak to bear.And Saphra.... Saphra has been seeking her out, learning from her.Defying me.My jaw tightens.The betrayal sits poorly not because I expect obedience without question, but because I know exactly what Eira is capable of and what she will turn Saphra into if left unchecked.A knock comes at the door.Sharp.“She’s here, Alpha.”“Send her in.”My voice is calm.The door opens and Saphra steps inside. The moment she crosses the threshold, the air shifts.The bond between us stirs instantly, tightening like a pulled thread beneath my skin.I feel her before

SAPHRA'S POV The courtyard holds its breath.I feel it in the way the air presses against my skin, in the way every wolf within sight backs away without being told. No one wants to be here for what comes next.Lucien doesn’t say a word.He just looks at me.“Everyone out.”His voice cuts through the silence like a blade.No one hesitates. They scatter immediately, retreating as if the ground beneath us might split open. Marcus pauses for half a heartbeat, his eyes flicking between me and Lucien. Then he bows his head once and leaves.Just like that, I’m alone with him.The shift in the air is immediate.He doesn’t approach right away. Instead, he turns and starts walking toward the palace doors.“Come,” he says.Not a request, a command.I follow not because I want to but I need answers and right now, he’s the only one who might have them.~~~His chambers are colder than I remember or maybe it’s just him.The moment the door closes behind us, the sound echoes too loudly in the spac

EIRA’S POV“I wasn’t always this…” I tell Saphra, my voice steady even as the past rises like a storm beneath my ribs. The fire between us crackles softly, but it does nothing to warm the cold memory curling through me. “I was once a High Seer of the inner court. I was trusted, revered and respected.”Saphra doesn’t interrupt. She watches me with those sharp, searching eyes of hers.“Back then,” I continue, “the elders spoke of the Noctrya as myth. A cautionary tale told to keep young wolves obedient. A shadow used to explain why peace never lasted between packs.”I let out a quiet breath, shaking my head.“But I saw patterns they refused to see.”Wars that ignited too easily. Alliances that crumbled overnight. Hatred that burned hotter than it should, as if… encouraged.Cultivated.“I spent years studying old texts,” I say, my gaze drifting past the fire, seeing stone walls and flickering torchlight instead of trees. “Scrolls buried so deep in the archives even the council had forgo

SAPHRA’S POVI can still feel it.The vision clings to me like smoke in my lungs. My chest rises and falls fast, t and the forest around us feels wrong, it's too quiet and normal, like the world hasn’t just been ripped open and stitched back together in a way that makes no sense.My father’s face.Lucien’s grief.The shadow.I drag a hand through my hair, now pacing without realising it. My boots crunch against dry leaves, grounding me in something real, something solid, but it doesn’t help. Nothing helps.“They were victims…” I whisper, the words cracking apart as they leave me. “Both of them.”Eira doesn’t respond immediately. She watches me patiently, knowing there’s nothing to do.“Yes, that’s what you saw,” she says at last.I stop pacing, turning to face her sharply. “That’s not just what I saw. That’s what it was, isn’t it?”Her silence is answer enough.“What does it actually want?”Eira’s expression changes.Something darker settles into her gaze, something grim and unyieldin

SAPHRA’S POVThe palace feels stranger when I return. Every corridor I walk through, every flickering torch and every guard I pass are all the same and yet....nothing feels the same anymore.Eira’s words echo in my mind with every step I take."Prophesied mates"The phrase feels so heavy, a cruel joke played by fate.I slip through the eastern passage, keeping to the shadows. The guards are predictable at this hour half-alert or half-bored, their routines ingrained and easy to avoid if you know them well enough.And I do.Tonight, I don’t want questions I wants to get answers myself.I move towards the library and pushed open the heavy wooden door to the library.It creaks softly.I freeze and wait to listen for footsteps.No footsteps.Great.I slip inside, closing the door behind me with careful precision.The library is vast, dimly lit by a few dying candles and the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through tall windows. Dust clings to everything—the shelves, the tables, the