His Mate, His Enemy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

SAPHRA’S POVThe doors to Lucien’s study slam open hard enough to echo down the corridor, the sound cracking through the quiet like a warning.He looks up immediately.Lucien is not a man who startles easily but I still catch the flicker of surprise in his eyes before it’s gone, replaced by that familiar, controlled stillness.“Saphra,” he says, his voice low, measured. “To what do I owe...”I cut him off by slamming the books onto his desk. Dust rises in a faint cloud between us.His gaze drops briefly to the scattered texts, then lifts back to me, something darker settling into his expression.“This had better be important,” he says.“It is,” I snap.My heart is pounding fast and hard, my entire body still buzzing from the truth I’ve spent the night uncovering.“Tell me about your grandmother.”The words hang in the air.Lucien goes still.Something flickers across his face. Pain flickering across his features.“Be careful, Saphra,” he says quietly. “You’re walking into territory yo

SAPHRA’S POVLucien leads the way to the archives without speaking.I follow.The tension between us hasn’t disappeared not even close,but it’s changed. We descend the final set of narrow stairs, the faint glow of candlelight flickering against the stone walls as we step into the inner archives.This place is different from the library. The library holds history but this place holds truth locked away, forgotten on purpose.Lucien moves toward a heavy iron-bound chest set against the far wall. He kneels, unlocking it with a key I didn’t see him take out, his movements practiced.“My family’s records,” he says without looking at me. “The ones not meant for public record.”I nod, though he isn’t watching.I move to the opposite side of the room, where older shelves line the walls, scrolls bound in cracked leather and texts that look like they haven’t been touched in decades.Eira’s voice echoes faintly in my memory. Look for what they tried to erase. My fingers brush over the spines, sea

MARCUS’S POVI stand at the long council table, my hands braced lightly against the polished wood as I scan the room. The council members are already gathering, their voices low and controlled but I can hear the tension beneath it. They feel it too.Uncertainty and expectation, waiting for direction.Waiting for him.The doors open behind me.Silence falls instantly.Lucien enters without hesitation, his presence filling the room in a way it always does, impossible to ignore.But today...today there’s something different.Subtle....Hard to name but it's there.I straighten as he takes his place at the head of the table.“Alpha,” I say, dipping my head slightly.“Marcus,” he replies.His voice is controlled.The others settle into their seats, tension coiling tighter as Lucien surveys the room.“Report,” he says.Straight to the point.No wasted time.That’s him.One of the scouts speaks first, outlining increased movement near the southern border. Another follows with patrol inconsist

LUCIEN’S POV I need to feel something real. That’s the only thought in my head as I step into the training yard. The morning air is sharp, cool against my skin, carrying the familiar sounds of steel meeting steel, boots striking packed earth, controlled grunts of exertion. Warriors move in practiced rhythm across the yard—pairs sparring, groups drilling formations and the steady pulse of discipline I’ve built into this pack. This...this is where I belong. With control, strength and clarity. Not shadows or whispers. Not whatever the hell is trying to take me apart from the inside. “Alpha.” I barely register the greetings as I move forward, stripping off my outer layer and tossing it aside. My muscles are already tight, coiled and the restless energy thrumming through me like something looking for release. I need to burn it out or at least drown it in something louder. “Who’s up?” I call. A few warriors glance at each other. Then Darius steps forward. One of my best. Fast, s

SAPHRA’S POVSomething is wrong.My eyes snap open into darkness, my breath catching as a sharp, violent pulse tears through my chest.The bond.It’s screaming.Not the steady hum I’ve grown used to. Not the quiet pull that lingers beneath everything.This is different.This is a warning, an alarm.My heart slams hard against my ribs as I roll out of bed without thinking, instincts taking over before my mind can catch up and just in time.The door explodes inward. Wood splinters as it slams against the wall, the force of it shaking the entire room.I freeze for half a second.Lucien just standing there.But....No....Not Lucien.My breath stops.His eyes are black, completely consumed by darkness so deep it looks like it’s swallowing the light around him.Every instinct in my body screams the truth at me.This isn’t a moment.This isn’t something I can interrupt with a touch or a word.This....The Noctrya has him, fully.His gaze locks onto mine.Empty of anything human.My pulse sp